Like so many others in the UK and around the world I won’t get to see family this Christmas. My mum sent me a message saying, “I wish I could take an eraser and rub out the miles between us”. I wish she could too – but it is what it is. My way of dealing with that is to believe I can still Let There Be Light through my window…
I can look at the logs burn in my fire in Cornwall and remember how someone in the village so kindly gave me those logs for free.
I can see that Christmas tree shining afore me and rejoice in the strong armed smiley plumber who came to fix a leak – and then offered to carry that tree from my car up a flight of stairs that proved beyond me.
I can let my heart melt at the surprise gift from a new friend in America of 12 bottles of fairy lights now dotted around the room – someone who wanted to reach out to soothe the darkness of some recent sad news.
As my fire now crackles in the cosy of this cradling calm, I can sit back and enjoy every little Christmas decoration collected over the years from those people I love – reminding me of hearts open and giving.
I can warmly welcome any gentle tears shed with those precious trinkets I also hang each Christmas in honour of loved ones lost – so I always keep them safely beside me.
Yes, I may not see my mum and family this Christmas but I can still very much feel the beautiful light of what Christmas is surely about. Trying to think of others as well as ourselves. Trying to be kind above all else. Trying to do what we can together to love and keep each other safe – ready for even brighter Christmases to come.
And, this year, I can also send some extra special sparkles of love and thanks to the many dear hearts in this gorgeous group who always glow with such kindness beyond themselves. Whatever happens during these holidays, may you too manage to find even the smallest of ways to softly shine – and Let There Be Light 💕🔥