I was coming out of Bloomingfoods this afternoon, and saw a family tying a Christmas tree on their car. The piney smell sent me into a swoon, back to those days of yore when all was well and me and my seven siblings waited, all tingly, for “Santa Claus.” Of course, as the eldest, I already knew that Santa wasn’t “real,” though everything that surrounded his yearly visit was. The smells, the cheer, the cookies, the gifts, the atmosphere of love and excitement that pervaded the season.
Later, when I grew up, just the thought of Christmas would throw me into a depression. That’s how I knew that I had inner wounds to heal. And had I not had that experience, too, I would not now understand other wounded adults who spin into the abyss every time this fabled season rolls around. So I’m intensely grateful — for both the beauty and the tragedy!
And during this Christmas season, when, due to some kind of divine agency, we are still here, despite all the lies, bombing, false flags, refugees, Islamophobia, wars and rumors of wars, let us turn to the miracle of Christmas, and to the human miracles that do occur on a daily basis.
For example: when my sister Mary was on her death bed, not even two months ago, her son told her that he and his wife Becky had decided to name their baby girl, due in December, “Catherine,” in honor of our sister Katherine, the only one of us not to have children of her own. Mary was thrilled to hear this, and promptly gave Catherine her middle name, “Lily.”
Fast forward to today, when our family’s baby girl was born, in the same hospital in which her grandmother Mary died; and wouldn’t you know, Catherine Lily chose to be born on her namesake Katherine’s birthday, December 11! We are all sure that Mary had a hand in this.
Furthermore, this new baby girl entered our sad, beleagured world with the Sagittarian New Moon conjunct her Ascendant, perhaps the most potent position possible. May her visionary Sagittarian self shine on us all.
Here are some images that may help us remember who we are, our beauty, our magnificence.