What Do You Call a Snowman in Spring? …a Puddle.
As the year concludes, traditions and the prospect of new beginnings creates a nostalgic sense of unity. It is a time of reflection. Although this time is “merry”, it has also been historically overshadowed by a great sense of grief and sadness for me. And as I’ve grown, I realize this for many others as well. As we age and develop, we come to understand that the state of everything is momentary. Each year, as the complexity of our lives shifts and changes, being together requires effort and intent. The ever-encroaching spiral into entropic demise makes the present ever more fleeting. It’s helped me realize the importance of mindfulness. Savoring not only the food and experiences but also the people creating them, gives us depth and perspective on our moments together. Taking time to listen to the rambling stories told by relatives (which never seem to end) or going out of your way to put down your phone, allow us to contribute to the moment. Too often holiday plans are reduced to habitual expectations; this time should renew and be relaxing. There truly is no perfect model for what a “family” should be or look like, as the family you choose is even more meaningful. As much as it’s about living in the moment, taking time for yourself is essential to making the most out of time with others. The effort and intention of being together authentically, mindfully, lets us get the most out of every opportunity before it melts away. Just like Frosty the Snowman, our impermanence physically leaves others with enduring memories, making it imperative for those to count. “Frosty the Snowman” ends with the little girl crying by his remains, her reflection signifying the transfer of Frosty’s spirit to be re-embodied as the holidays now within her heart.
~Juliane “⌠sᴜ⌡ᴍᴀɪ-raKHaibô” Wera, 110Θ
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