I tucked myself into a little ball and hid beside the bar. I had excellent vantage point of seeing him. Hearing his loud footsteps and heavy breathing I could hear myself breathing loudly as well as the adrenaline was pumping and my heart was pounding. Containing the giggles was a feat. He would run this way and that way. However, Oddly, he never strayed too far. He went up the first few stairs and just stopped. Somehow he decided I was not up there. It struck my soul when it occurred to me how he was right there. Only the length of my body was he away from me. It was liken to Home Base when playing tag. Somehow his instincts felt safe right there in that midst of the imaginary base. But he had no clue he was right on me. I was assured when I finally popped out like a jack in the box. What inspired me is he sensed I was right there, he just could not see me. I liken that to Us and our Dreams.
Last Night I vowed I would walk out and close that attic door behind me to not return until the New Year to put away. Alas, there I was in my long vintage night gown and bed coat. I was squatted down in the middle of it all just letting these decorations just woo me. I felt like I was as glamorous as the days of old. I had a darling cup and saucer full of deliciousness. Aromatic and bountiful with spices of Cider. I sauntered around my Home as I sipped. I would stop and visit each room as if starting a conversation unleashing my soul opening it so wide to listen. To be moved and inspired; intoxicated with Wonder. There was music bellowing from every room. I sipped and sauntered into my Dining Room. Hmmm. I felt I needed something from within to be set free. I was like my Dog, I could sense it I just could not see it. In fact when I looked down I was standing in the exact place he would stop to redirect himself. It was the very Heart of my Home. It's most center point. I was breathless for a moment from the awe of this revelation. Finally, I took a deep breath inhaling the luxurious fragrances only this Season bestows. Before I knew it I had my gown in one hand holding it out and I danced as if attending a ball and I were the Queen. I got giddy and lost in the melody, the Christmas crooning of the Rat Pack. Twirling and my arm that was free moved with precision. It was as if the Ladies of days gone by who wore this gown and bedcoat were speaking to my very Heart and Soul. Reminding me of how especially back then it was crucial and as important for their underwear to be as pretty as their outerwear. We are no longer talking fashion now are we? I adore what I call, Cyber Christmas Cards. Seeing all the posts of people sharing their trees, their Homes, their stories. Sharing the specialness and the stories their trees and memories that hang from them tell. I saw the posts where the Lady that is in charge of the White House pinned millions of red berries on these Larger than life styrofoam cones. It was brilliant and behooving. I cannot imagine what must over come you to be in the presence of such Beauty. But what I found illuminating was the Woman behind it all, her Vision and her Inspiration. Going back to that quote, what she achieved all on it's own is spellbounding. However, I commented I would only desire to glean from her. How she lived this out was the real showstopper. It was the Passion of her Dream brought to life. I am moved with Wonder.
Today as I again proclaim This is the Day I will be completed with Decorating; I am in my workout clothes. I am pumping up the volume to ten to one of my favorite songs, Social House and Lil Yachty's "Magic in the Hamptons" and I am having an utter ball. I am busting some gangsta moves while decking my halls. I am the Mother of Christmas Magic. Whether in the Hamptons or most of all in my Home. This Christmas is unlike any other I have ever experienced in my entire life. The greatest gift I have received early is Conscious Daily Gratitude. Purposefully looking for ten or more things I am grateful for and then reviewing at the end of the day. When looking through a grateful heart so rich and decadent you just cannot stop the joy or love of life from oozing out and overflowing. It changes the perception of Life itself. It is the wondrous moral behind the Whooville's I have written about this in the past. There was something underneath their Celebrations of Christmas that was more real inside of themselves than to what was outside and tangible. Furthermore, it spread that Christmas Magic to transform the Grinch. Get lost in your sense of wonder in such a way like for me; my Daughter will say, "One more time, Mom?"
Ironically enough a friend posted something that went so hand in hand with what I was writing. It went something like this; You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you. This causes you to spill your coffee. Why did you spill the coffee? "Well because someone bumped into me of course!" Wrong answer. You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup. Had there been tea inside the cup you would have spilled tea. "Whatever is inside your cup, is what will spill out." Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which will happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It's easy to fake it until you get rattled. "So we have to ask ourselves....what's in my cup?" When life gets tough, what spills over? Joy, GRATEFULNESS, peace and humility? The Wonderment of Life is your Home Base, which is your Heart and following after it with such reckless tenacity. This year try trimming your tree and decking your halls from the inside/out instead of the outside/in and just see the effects it will have not only on yourself but to everyone who crosses over your threshold. xo
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