I maintained a blog for two years while I lived in Florida from 2014 to 2016. Eventually, I transformed that blog into my book, Finally Florida. I made writing those blogs a priority. Even on days when I didn’t have much to say, it was my job to sit at the computer and come up with a post. Surprisingly, I usually managed to create something meaningful, often leaving myself wondering, “Where did that come from?”
I’m thinking about that now because I realize it’s Thursday night and I’ve been trying to post a “channeled” message every Friday, but this week I’ve got nuthin. Typically, during the week, I come up with something relevant and discover a passage related to it in the Back to Being book, and then the blog writes itself. But now, I’m struggling.
Earlier this week, I thought about writing a message related to Christmas or the holidays. I happen to mostly love this time of year. I know, at least from what I’ve heard, that some people hate it. That makes me sad. It is indeed a busy time, an expensive time, and it can be stressful trying to get everything together. However, when it all comes together, which it always does, ready or not, it’s so much fun.
My most cherished Christmas memories were those when money was tight. I remember once, as a teenager, my parents ran out of money, so my mom gifted us some of her things—I got her pearls. I couldn’t believe she gave them to me. That was the best Christmas ever. Another year, about 30 years ago when I was particularly broke, I baked pies for everyone for Christmas. It was fun, at least for me. For some reason, the “poorest” Christmases have been the most special. When I have some money, but not enough to buy everything I want, I end up stretching it, and that can lead to trouble. Having nothing forces me to be creative and often it comes from the heart (in my experiences).
This year, I’m missing two important people in my life. My mother passed away this year, and one of my dearest friends is also gone. I’ve cried, but I’m mostly okay. What makes me sad is the passage of time. Where did my childhood go? How can those years be over? What about my friends who are now passing away? How am I going to navigate this stage of life? The Holidays seem to make loss more profound.
This time of year can feel particularly sad when we think of loved ones who aren’t with us anymore, but I would bet that they are still present in spirit. They are with us in the room, in our cars as we rush around, while we shop, cook, wrap presents, and spend time with friends. I just know they miss us too and are right here with us.
Well, I guess this will have to suffice for this week’s post. I’m not thrilled with it, but it’s all I got. Perhaps like the Christmases where you go without, this week without a message from the Universe will have its own merits. Maybe the Universe is also on holiday.
xoxo
If you would like to ask your own question of the Universe, please send it to Lynn Carol. I will post the question and answer on this blog, anonymously if requested.
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