Seasonal struggle…

As one gets older, there is a tendency to hang onto traditions, especially seasonal ones. Once again, I find myself writing about this as the holidays are on their way and pretty much nothing has changed in recent years. Given the upheaval caused by the pandemic invasion and accompanying restrictions a few years ago, much of what had been “the holiday norm” has fallen by the wayside, along with many changes. Then, enter all the political warfare which has followed, many remaining family traditions, and relationships, have sadly disintegrated. I know that mine has. Personally, all of this has left me somewhat upset over various cruelly discarded traditions which have been impacted by outside sources. Plus, there’s such a great deal of overwhelming combativeness that has driven wedges into families everywhere. Plans, you might ask? There really are none. The seasonal sadness is slowly setting in as the real world outside stumbles along.

I keep wondering how other families have, or continue, to deal with all of this. After all, people grow, the family structure changes and life manages to take unexpected turns. Some things just cannot go on forever, I realize this. But, here and now is the time we’ve all been given and forever isn’t part of our long-term picture. I recently shared my frustration with a family member who told me, “well, at least you have your memories.” Really? A vague generalization at best and a somewhat unacceptable statement to share when someone just has a longing to enjoy, experience and make new memories before time runs out.

Before anyone mentally lectures me, I’m well aware that change is inevitable, traditions end and we cease doing things exactly the same, year after year, some for possibly good reason. But, when there is a willingness to be creative, flexible and remain civil and loving towards each other, families can reinvent when change is needed. Am I right? It’s a balance of familiarity and new ideas that keeps holidays feeling meaningful. The big issue is trying to get around so many emotional issues which always manage to rear their ugly heads when the holidays arrive. And, given the ongoing political undercurrent, any glimmer of hope, which might bring a tolerance and acceptance for differing ideas, rather than the cold wars causing divided families, well, that seems pretty damn unlikely to ever occur in many sad situations.

The big question, what to do? Possibly be open to making bigger changes, especially when it’s too emotionally challenging to deal with fractured family situations in the same place, eating the same foods before any traditional loss took place. As painful as it might be, deciding to opt out of certain gatherings altogether might feel more comfortable. Try and keep any anger, any bitterness aside, and attempt to include estranged family members; making any connection with those you are missing can be healing. Or not. At least give it a try. Be the better person and be gentle with each other, keeping in mind that the holidays raise the emotional stakes. It might be hard, even damn difficult, but by attempting to be kind and compassionate with each other as we try to celebrate is important.

Trust me, it’s not always easy but, be gentle with each other, and remember that the holidays raise the stakes. The input from holiday smells and familiar songs makes it easier to remember previous holidays and compare them to our current ones. Those memories and traditions that we might lose can be hard to bear at this time of year. Emotions run high and, as difficult as it may be, being extra kind with each other as we make decisions about how to celebrate is worth the effort, especially with our dwindling trips around the sun.

From the Writer’s Workshop: Tell us about your plans for the holidays. Tell us how the real world affects your writing.


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Autumn…a second Spring!

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

– Stanley Horowitz

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Almost overnight, the landscape around us blooms with the most incredible colors.  Especially here in New York as September departs and October takes center stage.

We all need a change, a departure from the chaos of daily news items and endless social media debates.  Time to focus on the holidays ahead, however we celebrate, and enjoy the wonder of what life gives us. 

Fall isn’t a death, as some might have you believe.  Rather, it is a celebration of life which surrounds us along with the preparation for somewhat of a second chance as a new year approaches.   Each step on some crunchy fallen leaf brings back childhood memories of jumping in huge piles of what Autumn was leaving behind, of crisp apples and cider, of Halloween and Thanksgiving.  Each step reminds us that new beginnings await us in just a few short weeks.  The cycle of life continues on its inevitable journey as nature says good-bye for this year.

Celebrate the season!

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From Mama Kat’s Workshop…10 reasons why you’re glad it’s Fall.

There are just so many lovely quotes about Fall, and the photos…breathtaking.  For my 10, I decided to share some of my favorites.

I’m thankful to live in an area of our country where Autumn often takes center stage with its magical display.  And, I meant what I stated, about needing change, an escape even, from all of the current worldly debate.  If we all took a step back and reflected on just how quickly this year has passed and the amount of time that was spent on being so completely adversarial with each other…we just might take the time to enjoy the fleeting moments of this and every season.

 

 

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Play Misty for me…..

As I rushed out of my car like a madwoman the other afternoon, making a run into the supermarket,  I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the haunting yet delicate sounds of violin music playing in the distance.

Usually, at this time of year, volunteers for the Salvation Army can be found endlessly ringing their bells outside of stores while they stand next to a donation kettle.  What I heard was light years away from the monotone melody of a solitary brass musical object.  This music was…magical.

Walking in the direction of the beautiful serenade, there stood a straggly-looking man, with a pleasant smile, sharing his concert-quality impromptu concertos.  On the ground in front of him was the case for his violin into which people dropped money as they walked by and he seemed so grateful, asking if anyone had a special request.  I was amazed that the local  branch of the Keystone Cops hadn’t come by to make the man move for panhandling or some other crime against humanity but, in speaking with other shoppers, most mentioned that he had been performing, jacket less, in the cold, outside for hours.

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It got the best of me; I reached for a few dollars and walked towards him,  as he was playing “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies”,  I dropped the cash into his violin case and he smiled asking if I had any requests.  I did and, without hesitation, he launched into such a magnificent version of “Somewhere In My Memory” that it brought tears to my eyes.

Who was he?  Why was someone so musically talented out on a sidewalk performing for a few dollars?  Would the profits of his day be enough to buy him, or his family, a decent meal or perhaps some Christmas presents?  Was he out of a job, homeless?  Or…was he a fraud; an educated person, gainfully employed just using his talent to rack up some extra cash on the week-end or possibly even get his Stradivarius re-strung?
                                                                      
You know something?  I really don’t care!  His music was charming, a gift and a breath of fresh air breaking through the stagnant cloud of holiday stress being put out by shoppers like myself. 

I hope he comes back to play another concert soon; next time, I’ll ask him to play “Misty” for me..

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