Holiday Blues

photo by sara b. healy

You are not accidental. Existence needs you. Without you something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it. That’s what gives you dignity, that the whole existence will miss you. The stars and sun and moon, the trees and birds and earth – everything in the universe will feel a small place is vacant which cannot be filled by anybody except you. OSHO

This is one of my favorite quotes. I put it up today because, for some, the holidays will not be joyful and happy. I don’t mean to be a spoil sport, but the reality is this holiday season…

Some of us will feel lost.
Some of us will be alone.
Some of us will feel sad.
Some of us will be forgotten.

Take a few minutes to read this message again.

“You are not accidental. Existence needs you. Without you something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it.” ~ OSHO

Absorb these words into your heart.
Remember them.
Repeat them.
And don’t forget to…

Share them.

In the hectic days of the holidays, take time to notice people around you. When you come across someone who’s not in the “holiday spirit” or who seems kind of sad, overworked, or just lonely, give them the gift of these words. Remind them of how essential they are to you, to the world, and to the Universe.

Let these powerful words light a warming fire in someone’s soul this holiday season:~)

2011 Thank You

Thank you to all of you who visited A Sharing Connection this year. Whether you left a comment or stopped by briefly, you are very much appreciated!

Also, I want to thank the people whose words of wisdom helped me this year. Through your comments and your posts, I have gained so much from what you’ve shared with me.

The blogosphere is such a unique space. It allows us the freedom to test our creativity, to express our points of view, and to share our commonalities. I look forward to continuing to share this space with you in 2012.

I wish you all a very happy NEW YEAR.

Holiday Memories

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Video by PDG Productions, 2010
Song by Pink Martini

One of my fondest holiday memories occurred Christmas of 1989. We were all excited as snow had been predicted all day. Where I live, this is a very unusual event. We all hoped for a “white Christmas.”

By the time, we arrived at the evening holiday church service; the “predicted” snow still had not showed up. While disappointed, we still enjoyed the service.

We sang holiday songs as candles twinkled all around the room. We said special prayers for those in need and gave what we could when the collection plate was circulated.

Finally, the last song was sung and it was time to leave. We collected our coats and in a large group headed for the doors. When they opened wide, so did our eyes.

In the church lights, pristine white snow sparkled everywhere – on top of trees, bushes, roofs, sidewalks and the ground. It was like we were stepping into a snow globe.

We all stopped and stared, even the kids! However, it wasn’t long before they were running and jumping into the snow. Holiday “dress-up” clothes were forgotten as snowballs flew through the air and children made snow angels.

No one wanted to leave. For those of us who don’t see snow often, it was a beautiful and magical moment and became a fond memory:~)

What about you?

Even if you celebrate a holiday different than Christmas, what is one of your fondest memories of a holiday? Briefly describe it in the comment box.

 

Story Photo: Bad Hair Day

copyright by sara b. healy

The Haircut

I sat down in the chair.
He gave a haughty stare.
He said, I know just what to do.”
I asked, “Can I really trust you?”
He said, “Sure. I’ll fix everything.
Don’t you worry; I’m the hair king!”
I listened to snip, snip, snip,
Waiting for the perfect clip.
Now, my hair hangs uneven
Thanks to a cut by Stephen.*

This poem is loosely based on a Red Writing Hood prompt. The prompt was to write something about hair and I think the idea was to write a story, a character sketch or anything other than what I ended up writing. But sometimes you just have to go where your muse takes you!

Since no story developed, I began a desperate search for a picture to put something up at my site. I found this one and “VOILÀ!”  Somehow, the picture, the prompt and my muse decided to play together. It’s not exactly what Cheryl intended with her Write on Edge prompt,  but I had lots of fun writing this. In addition, I’ve been in that chair many times:~)

What about you?

  • Have you been in a chair like Stephen’s?
  • Care to share any of your stories about hair cuts?

* This poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. So, for any of the hair stylists out there named Stephen, this means I’m not talking about you:~)

Note to my readers: 

I will be around the blogosphere off and on in December. My daughter and her husband will soon be visiting from England. As I don’t get to see them very often, I plan on spending as much time as possible with them. I know you will understand:~)