A Christmas Week Filled With Love
Merry Christmas, everybody! When Bogie finally got me up this morning, it was a full-blown day. And a gorgeous one, to boot! Nary a sign of snow, and the whole city is still sound asleep, having been up all night long singing and having a party until just a couple of hours ago. Santa had no problem finding Vallarta; his reindeer are unaffected by the sound of explosions, benign or not.
There are some relatively ‘old’ words coming back into vogue in the English language. A ‘gathering’ is a soft way to have a meeting of like-minded people. Sounds like there could be a bonfire on the beach attached to a gathering as opposed to a conclave, say. But they both mean the same thing. The term ‘Love-in’ was coined in 1967 and became permanently attached to the hippie movement, which, as we all know, was a counterculture centered on peace and love.
Why did that go away?
Did the drugs overtake the peace and love part? It doesn’t matter, but the hippy movement still lives in my heart. In the Love and Peace part of my heart. The protesting part of the movement has been tossed out of my life because there is only Love left standing when all is said and done, so really, why bother? It takes so much energy to hold onto anger. Look at all the physical repercussions of being angry. Yipes. That stuff can kill you!
So, all this boils down to is what’s left to do? Love. That’s it, AND I have been to not one but two Love-ins this past week!
The first one was called The Blessing of Winter Solstice Ceremony, at Chiara Montante’s house; I wrote about it a few days ago. The air was so thick with loving words, warm hugs, and the most disparate group of people who were, for one night, not straight or gay, married, single, divorced, or widowed, male, female, or pick a gender. Not any of that mattered one bit. For one bright, shiny moment, we were unanimously LOVE.
The second Love-in was at Sandra Bradley’s house a couple of nights ago. Half of us present had been a part of the first Lightworkers Gathering in Vallarta, four years ago this coming February, at Casa Karma, but the balance of the small group were strangers. In less than four hours, we were family, standing afterward in Sandra’s kitchen waiting for coffee to brew, laughing at the baby in our midst, mulling over the life stories we heard with compassion and tears. Spontaneously hugging one another, because why wouldn’t you?
Two extraordinary evenings, chock full of love, and that exponentially has to affect the environment and everybody in it. We can live like that every single day, and it’s easy. Just choose love and let that love you back. Everything else will fall into place. Of that I am certain.
Merry Christmas, once again, to everyone reading. I love you. Pass that on, From Here.