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.
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
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
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
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
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
Drama Cycle Of The Holidays
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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
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
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
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.
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