Dear OMDUUYAN and UU Young Adults of All Ages,
It may be the holidays but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Perhaps some of you are getting into the holiday spirit. Whether it’s lighting a chalice for Chalica, gathering around the Kwanzaa candles, participating in a Yule Magick ceremony, eating chocolate gelte galore, stringing up the Christmas light, or even if you celebrate no holiday this season at all-I hope that each and every one of you finds the light in your life we all so desperately need this holiday season.
We’ve seen firsthand some depressing events unfold. The death of David Bowie comes to mind (mourn the bulge)
as well as OTHER unmentionable subjects. So, it seems like no small matter when you must celebrate with loved ones due to plans made well in advance, while stifling your inner volcanic energy from erupting your social justice lava flow all over the dinner table. Your relatives don’t want that, and they’ll hate you for it. You wish that they would understand your point of view, but let’s face it, that will happen when pigs fly.
So, how can you keep a positive attitude in the darkest AND I MEAN DARKEST of times (get it? that’s a pun).
It’s no secret I’ve been through a lot of fucked up shit. There really is no polite way to phrase the abuse and hell I went through as a child, constantly trying to make my parents happy to no avail. Nothing was good enough. Not the efforts I would make to keep quiet on Christmas morning when I would get up at 6am and oh-so eagerly wake everybody else up because presents were important and I wanted to see everybody happy, but it was mostly the presents let’s be honest. Over time, I learned how to be quiet on those sanctified mornings. Which steps were not as creaky, which activities I would be able to get away with without waking up the others, and how loud I got to pet the dog without making the whole house groan ‘DAMN-IT KELLY NOT AGAIN’.
Yeah, I was THAT child.
I learned something though. In my eager anticipation of unwrapping crinkly wrapping paper and seeing what Santa got us all this year, I learned how to do things to make the house easier for everybody else who had to deal with me. I would silently make sure blankets were on couches, I put blankets on the dogs, I let the dogs out if they got too loud, and I made sure everybody’s gifts were in neat little piles. Were these small and unimportant tasks? To be sure. They were probably meaningless, nobody bothered to notice, and I honestly didn’t care. What did matter was seeing how I had made my sister warm with the blanket I set aside for her, and seeing my dogs less energetic and settled because I’d let them out, and how my dad was appreciative when I brought out the trash bag for the scrappy remnants of the gifts we’d just carnivorously unwrapped.
It’s these moments I draw my strength and inspiration from. It can be hard to translate a world of misery into one of happiness when you know your mother is going to scream at you for being too loud or admonish you for being too excitable or even reprimand you for being so lazy and eating all the cookies. However, I do my best. Is it hard? You fucking bet it’s hard. It may not even seem worth it. Except in those minutiae of little moments.
So, my OMDUUYAN friends, this christmachanukawnazaka, let us all-as Dumbledore so wonderfully said,
So don’t forget to turn on the light.
Kells Co-Chair (male pronouns)Share on Facebook