Father Time

Well it’s that time again, out with the old and in with the new. As the old Father Time limps off into the sunset, the new baby New Year comes bouncing in, full of hope and empty of the cynicism that it will have next year at this time. It’s interesting to think what one year, 365 days, can do to humans. We don’t know if next year we will be happier or sadder, richer or poorer, more or less hopeful. However, unlike the baby New Year, we know some of the pitfalls that lie ahead of us. As each new year starts with a clean slate, we do not. We carry over all the hurts and judgements of all the years before. If only we could start fresh each year. But then we would never move forward. The words, “no pain, no gain” are true. We learn as children that when we touch something hot, it burns and we don’t touch it anymore. In the same vein, if we do something that grants us rewards or pleasure, we continue to do that. Unfortunately, pleasure isn’t always good just as pain isn’t always bad. We live, we learn, we lose loved ones, we move on. Such is the way of humanity. Life isn’t easy for anyone, rich or poor, man or woman, people of all colors. Yes, I’m sure it’s easier for the rich, why wouldn’t it be? Because sometimes when you’re born with everything, what do you have to strive for? I’ve seen the rich and famous go down in flames just as the poor. You’re born with nothing and you die with nothing, it’s what you do with your time between those two events that make your life a success or a failure, not how much money you leave behind.

This year let us think more of the other person. Instead of piling up treasures here on earth, let’s fill our hearts with love, forgiveness, understanding, and tolerance. Let’s follow the Golden Rule, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” If everyone could do this, what a wonderful world this would be.


The Holidaze

Snowy Forest

Snowy Forest

Well friends, the holidaze have hit. Everyone is rushing about like it is of the utmost importance that they get Cousin Joe that mug with hot chocolate mix in it. My saving grace is, that being unemployed, I have no money with which to get gifts. Therefore, my loved ones will get handmade things. They will, of course, act like whatever I give is the most wonderful thing that anyone has ever made in the history of crafts! Who am I kidding? I will get a puzzled look from my son and the inevitable, “where’s the cash?” From my mother I’ll get a condescending giggle as if I have lost my mind to ever think that I had any creativity, and if I did, that I could ever make a living from it. Well, I’ll give her the making a living thing. Only my boyfriend Greg will be unabashedly delighted, thankful, and proud that I, his girlfriend, could make such a beautiful thing. I love him, I honestly love him.

Anyway, in these days before Christmas, dear friends, let us remember… it is not in the giving of presents, but in the giving of ourselves that we honor the person for whom the holiday is all about. Jesus is the reason for the season and that is not just a cliche, but the truth. God gave his son and in his honor we should give more of our time, energy, and thoughtfulness to those less fortunate than ourselves. I am truly blessed, as are most of the people I know. However, all you have to do is turn on the t.v. to see so many more that are not nearly as lucky as we are.

So in keeping with the season, Merry Christmas and in the words of Tiny Tim, “God bless us, every one.”