Boxes filled with Blessings of the Season.
Sometimes I wonder what God Creator s thinking about
with all this war and violence. I see so much poverty
in the world as I travel, it is every where.
There is no need for poverty in a world that could
and should produce enough food to feed millions more
than are here.
Food and money are power and control many who
are in need. The women and men in third world countries
will kneel down and beg for a crust of bread to feed
their families. It happens in this land of the free
and the place where no one should have to do without.
The power junkies hold the bread high to make the
begging harder, it fills their evil and empty souls
to see the spirit so beaten. I will never beg for
myself but am not afraid, or too proud to ask for
the children and the elders.
Again this year we will gather toys and warm clothing
for the Native American Indian children. We
enjoy getting them a few toys and warm coats and mittens.
In fact Lynn and I put aside small toys all year that
we get from the dollar store. This is our joy and
we have a lot of fun choosing them and wrapping them
up for the children. I am constantly looking for bargains
in the spring for the next winter.
Lynn and I live on little but if we can manage
something then those who have far more can also help.
It is not much for a person to go out and buy
a coat for a little child or a pair of warm gloves
and a small present. The average person probably spends
more than that on a take out meal or a night at the
movies.
Many will tell me that they just cannot help me this
year, when I ask them for help. They say oh
maybe next year they can help if they are told sooner.
Hay you know that the giving season comes each year
at the same time. (Surprise!!!)
Most people probably throw out each week more food
than a family could live on in one day. I am appalled
by the people who profess to be humanitarians and
then walk by a person who is starving and cold or
just needs some kind words. If a donation is
give there is usually the judgment handed down to
the ones who cannot better themselves or need help.
How would this make you feel if that were you?
I know I may never have much but my mother and father
never did turn their backs on those in need. I see
the value of our spiritual lives not as
the outside appearance, but as our inner beauty. The
glitz and glamour of our house or our cars that we
drive, not even our physical appearance or the expensive
name brand cloths, can not make us a truthful person
in how we live our lives.
I am glad I choose to not be selfish; the joy of
helping others is my reward and my service to God
Creator. this happens every day of the week.
Once when I was ask where my church was I said it
is here where I stand now or where ever I am. I can
pray every where not just in one building in one way
or on one day of the week. This is truly a good way
to live and a free way to worship and serve God our
Creator.
I grew up knowing that we are never alone, and that
we are always protected by a higher power that loves
us beyond all measures.
This I know, and this I can hold in my heart when
all others are turning their backs on me, or criticizing
me for my beliefs. I wonder if they every will know
the love that surrounds us, or the joy of a
child face as they put on a pretty warm coat and hold
a small toy in their hands. That is what I think Creator
looks at when we are being called to help others.
If you are touched by this then help me in getting
the children some warm cloths and a small toy. Remember
the true meaning of Christmas and open your hearts
you never know what this will bring to you in spiritual
joy.
Love and blessing of the season, Waynonaha
and Lynn
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The Drama Cycle
Of The Holidays
Life is like a wash you have wash and spin cycles
and then there are the additives. I see this season
as one that seems to bring out the worst in a family
and also the best. There needs to be a „shout
it out‰ for family drama at this time of the
year.
Every family has one or two
"Drama Queens" be they mothers or sisters
or friend there they are ready to create the spin
cycle that emotionally drive us wild.
I see this as the "classic
victim" roll and sometime the "guilt tripping"
mother or goddess forbid the dreaded manipulating
mother in law.
I was in the strong hold of
a manipulative Norwegian mother in law for over 20
years. It always accelerated at this time of the year,
when everything had to revolve and spin around her
culture and religion.
She usually managed at some
time during the festivities to break out in tears
over some small slight that she would claim I had
done to her. This usually brought the whole holidays
to a screeching halt and dampened the high spirits
of the children.
For years I cooked and made
dozens of complicated cookies for a one night coffee
where fifty people came, ate and left. I was exhausted
every Christmas Eve and still had to face the next
day with my own children. There were five children
when she was in control this meant dressing them up
and taking them out to church in the cold and snow.
No one can understand the stress when trying to keep
kids quiet in church until they have had cleat marks
from paten leather shoes dug into there legs. I look
back on this and wonder where I found the energy to
deal with it all and still remain civil. There was
this underlying need to scream or should I say shout
it out.
My husband even after his mother
died demanded the Christmas Eve thing so we still
held that. but the crowds got smaller. The older Norwegians
died off and the younger ones did not really care
about all that.
You know diets and such put
a damper on rich cookies and food, so that too passed
in time. We made the cookies and my daughters still
do but the volume is not the same.
I constantly felt pressured
to perform and do this out of pure need to please.
I to this day do not bake one
cookie, or make anything unless I feel like it, or
just want too do some gifting.
I am sure all of you have similar
stories to share so let's hear the Grinch stuff and
how you deal with it.
I celebrate Christmas now by
just doing as I wish and not getting into the commercial
trap or web that is so carefully woven. At times we
have given small and hand made gifts that are well
received and very much appreciated by my friends.
This year they are getting jam, jelly, and a canned
spice cake that I bake in jars and seal. I think if
we do not feed the greedy commercial Christmas giant
it will soon shrink and go away.
Blessings, Waynonaha
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