‘twas the week before Christmas
People have posted their activities, their hopes, their sadnesses. It’s a different time of year, getting ready to party. Sometimes spending too much money on presents for people we don’t know or worse, don’t actually like.
People looking forward to fun times.
People not looking forward to family arguments, yet who all insist on getting together anyway.
People partying, eating and drinking too much. Others feeling the financial pinch and hiding away so no one will notice.
I witnessed family sadness at a funeral this week. It reminded me so much of the year my father died. We were just in no mood to celebrate Christmas, yet there were presents, a special meal, all the trimmings, and us all subdued. Smiling and laughing just was not what we felt like. It still reverberates through Christmas for me, every year.
Yet this time is all about anticipation, of rebirth and renewal. How hard it is to think of that, when your heart plunges you into moments of great sorrow between the ordinary activities of a day.
People fear the loneliness so much at this time of year. It’s a time of year for so many suicides.
How do people become lonely? Listening in to them, so many of them talk of being neglected by others, usually by family. Yet these ‘lonely’ people do not make the effort to reach out to others. When you invite the’ lonely’ neighbour in for a cuppa, you may have been feeling lonely yourself, but by reaching out you break the shackles of loneliness for yourself.
I realised I do have a wish for this week. That all the lonely people each just each make the effort to reach out to one other human being who may also be lonely. Friendships come in so many surprising forms, that we can’t afford to let our pre-conceived ideas of who we should be and who we should be with interfere with actually being happy.