We could rely to 100% on the media - they blew into our heads what we could not provide ourselves and told us about love and peace and blablabla, even if we didn't believe. It felt like eating too much nammi/sweets, and there was no insuline to help against it.
The effect: Wolves chew chalk to have a soft voice, and kicks are padded with shimmering velvet, because it is christmas. On dec. 27th you might find a scar and discover that it had been a kick, one decorated with lametta.
I was given a wonderful christmas and could forget about wolves and kicks. Thank God.
Only 7 days left of the old year.
Looking back I see bright and dark times, and I know how useless it is to turn around. Memories can kill you, either with sugar or with acid. Memories are a poor basement for a future, when you will face being out in the cold.In the old times the new year began with christmas time - today it feels more like a katharsis, which probably is the reason why so many people fear New Years Night.
Christmas Night could be a perfect beginning to something new - our hearts are filled with emotions we usually don't allow ourselves.
On this special night a fire burns around us and we can pretend to belong to somewhere.
The fire comes from this strange idea that was born in an ugly stable long time ago. The idea that it is no problem to love our next as it will keep us warm. The idea sounds so easy and seems to be the hardest thing - how weird we are! I wonder why not every day can be chrismas. Why christmas doesn't start with 1st of january. Wouldn' the world be brighter?
I have people on my mind that I love - may this christmas-fire bring light to them and all my dears and friends, may it sow beginnings, and may it warm our souls.
May none of us be alone tonight.
May none of us feel alone.
Tonight my thoughts are with all of you.
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters; He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil; for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." (Psalm 23)




0 comments:
Post a Comment