As my Grandmother would say: “The Wisdom of Waiting: A Gentle Anticipation of the Christmas Magic Ahead”
Good Morning!
It’s another cloudy morning, waking up here in Cottage Country. And it is a touch cool as to where I had to mosey on out to my woodworking shop to lite the stove. I do enjoy it however, as catching that first breath of our fresh northern air is sure something to behold. And on top of that, it wakes a feller up and cleans the mind as to what lies ahead.
Highway 522 has been a touch busy with folks moving around picking up items of choice, which I guess is a good thing. My wife and I have all we need for the big day, and we will be staying put now for a while, enjoying what we enjoy doing. It sure is nice to be able to do that. But after what we have been through in life, I kind of think we deserve to be able to do what we want to do. The thing is … is to do it.
You know, many years ago, while sitting at the table in my old Native Friend’s Cottage, I asked him what his interpretation of Christmas was. You know what he said? Well, I’ll tell ya. He said: Well, my young friend. In our native ways, Christmas is about giving from the heart, about warmth in the coldest season. It’s not about preaching; it’s about practising kindness, like sharing the warmth of a buffalo robe on a chilly night.
“What about the Christmas tree?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “You see, the tree isn’t just a tree; it’s a symbol of life, and the ornaments tell the stories of our ancestors. It’s a time for families to gather like the stars in the night sky, each one bringing its own light to the circle.”
He ended by saying this, which I have always remembered: “My friend, “Remember the Wisdom of the Elders.” Christmas is a time for giving, “For Embracing the Spirit of Santa,” and for sharing the stories that connect us all, like the threads in a well-woven blanket.” He ended saying this: “May your days be as rich as the soil and your heart as open as the endless sky.”
You know there is a lot to be learned by his simple spoken words.
“There you have it—a glimpse into my upbringing. Take from it what you will.”
Have a great day, make it a great day. GW