Presents: A Holiday Greeting
If I didn't shout it out loud then I certainly did on the inside.
How could I not when the presents bearing my name at our annual family Christmas Eve party were just sitting under the tree waiting to be opened? I tried desperately to distract myself, but the tree kept winking and blinking at me in mockery, as though it knew what was sitting beneath its branches. Thank goodness my choreographed holiday piece had been performed earlier in the evening, or all that waiting could have turned ugly.
It was only because opening presents made me feel special. In fact, my whole demeanor was surprisingly non materialistic. I didn't understand how much the presents cost, but I did know every one of them reminded me that I was remembered. And that, I suppose, is what always made the wait worthwhile.
If I don't shout it out loud then I certainly do on the inside.
Whether I'm focusing on what I didn't do in an audition, or replaying what I just said to a Target cashier, somehow snapping myself back into the present always saves me from drowning in my own thoughts.
But why would I need to bring myself back to where I already am? Is it somehow more comfortable to dwell on the past than live in the present? Maybe so. The past has already happened, which can make it easier to focus on, less daunting even. But the gift of the present is that it IS a present, which means I'll never know what's in store until I open it.
I rarely shout it out loud, but I certainly do on the inside.
When I long to connect with that which is greater than myself, I raise my eyes or bow my head and desire nothing more than Presence. A reminder of who I am and where I come from, it's a Presence whose love is infinite, gratitude eternal, and peace divine. It's why my family's tree was twinkiling in the first place, and how I can continually unwrap each new moment I'm given.
It's a Presence that's the best Present any Present can give.
Happy Holidays to you and yours!
Jeffrey Scott Parsons