The Third Day of Christmas: Three French Hens

 

For today, this third day of Christmas meditations, I’m thinking not quite of French hens but rather the Gallic Rooster. No matter how far from the farm you are, you know that the rooster will crow at dawn to wake the world up. So today, I am thinking about awakening.

There is a line from one of my favorite holiday movies that I like: “There is a world going on beyond our problems”.  It’s easy, when things are dark, to shut everything out. To forget there is a world outside of your own problems. And we shouldn’t.

One of the worst things I have ever gone through was infertility treatments. While I would never want to go through it again, or wish it one someone else, I am so happy to be the person I am now versus the person who started treatments. I don’t like the scars, but knowing that there are so many different personal hells, just in infertility, has made me so much more aware of how many hells exist I don’t even know about and how many people walk them everyday.

So I try to remember, every day, how hard life can be for people. And I try to be considerate of those days they are broken or sensitive and I try to help. And I try to think of that, not just for people I meet, but for everyone. I want to be awake to the rest of the world, and not just retreat into my own life and my own problems. It’s not easy to do, especially if I am hurting, but it is so important, unless we end up cold and callous.

So when I hear the French hens, I will think of the rooster doing his best to wake everyone up, no matter how little we want to be awake.

Back to the introduction.
Forward to the Fourth Day.

Second Day of Christmas: Two Turtle Doves

The Second Day of Christmas: Two Turtle Doves

I think of love when thinking of the two turtle doves that are second in the song. I think most people will. It’s common enough in our culture. I even have an ornament on our tree given to us our first year of marriage of two doves cuddling. So for this second day, I am going to think about Love. While love is common and everywhere, and fairly simple, it’s not actually an easy thing to write about, despite the plethora of songs and poems that do it.

As you know, English is a mis-mash of different languages that all loaned words and phrases to us. Love is from Proto- German, and the same root word gives the German for ‘joy’. (English uses the Latin word gaudia to get our joy.) We currently have only the one word for love, although the Greeks had 4 different words for four different concepts of love. They had the affection that parents feel for their children, the passion that sexual partners feel for each other, the care we feel for our friends and family, and the general love we feel for mankind. The way we use love in ‘I love chocolate’ was not a form of love to the Greeks, but has been a legitimate use of the word in English since the 1200’s. Love meaning ‘nothing’, as in ‘do it for love’ or the tennis score, dates back to the 1600’s. It’s strange to me that a word that means everything can also mean nothing.

This helps to explain why there are so many different things that we think of when we say or hear ‘love’. You can love your children, your spouse, your siblings. You can love ice cream and working out and movies. And all are valid loves. All bring us joy.

But many times, we try to quantify love, to say that this thing or that, or this person or that is worthy or unworthy of love. We even judge ourselves worthy or unworthy of loving or being loved. We judge, and weigh, and reason, and bargain and rarely simply love.

Love and joy are linked. If it brings you joy, you can be proud to love it. It doesn’t matter if it is silly or serious. So if you love ice cream, love ice cream. Learn to make it, simply buy some, call a friend to share some. If you love a hobby, indulge in it. See what makes you get joy from it, and keep it in your life, especially when you think you don’ thave enough time.

And of course, love your family, love your friends, love those who bring you joy, And in return, demonstrate your love. Tell those you love what they mean to you. Give them a call, drop them a message. Check in with them so they feel the joy of your love for them.

So when I think of the two turtle doves, I will remember all the people and all the things that bring me joy, and be filled with my love for them.

Back to the introduction.
Forward to the Third Day.

Note Bene: As long as it’s positive and doesn’t hurt yourself or others, it is worthy of your love. If it damages your happiness, your health, your relationships or your life in any way, it’s probably not love. Seek support. Another note: this does not hold true for children. We love them even when there is no joy, which is why the Greeks had a special name for it.

The First Day of Christmas: A Partridge in a Pear Tree

It’s the first part of the song, the first bird of the group. And it always made me think about a lovely small potted pear tree with a bird sitting nicely nested in it, like all the imagery surrounding the song. Apparently partridges don’t roost in trees, pear or otherwise. They stay on the ground. Because, of course, this needed explanation, the Greeks had a myth. Daedalus, of the Icarus flying too close to the sun myth, had a nephew named Perdix. Perdix was smart, very smart, and creative. He is credited with inventing the compass and the saw. Daedalus, who was very intelligent himself, was jealous of his nephew, and pushed him off a ledge. Athena, who liked ingenuity, changed Perdix into a bird so he would survive. Obviously, he became the partridge. Because of that, the partridge is afraid of heights and remains close to the ground at all times. And understandably so.

Now, being so afraid of heights you never perch in a tree is not a good thing. But being grounded is. So on this first day of Christmas, I will think about that partridge and being grounded.

Being grounded to me is having both feet firmly placed and having my balance, metaphorically speaking. It is knowing where my center is and being able to let the world blow around me without knocking me off kilter. Do I always succeed? Or course not, especially when larger or even small unexpected winds blow. But having a sense of where the ground is can help me find my feet faster. Breathing, a cup of tea, a hug from a friend can all be ways to remember to ground myself. Putting my feet in sand or grass can help, if I am lucky enough to have access to either in a Buffalo winter. Drinking a glass of water, connecting with a friend, working on a project can all help me regain that balance and keep my feet from sliding when the winds hit.

But there is another sort of being grounded that this makes me think of. It’s remembering that so little of what I do is actually important. Yes, I need to clean the bathroom and I need to make that dip and I need to dust the shelves— but none of that is near as important as slowing down and being present. Friends won’t care about the dust, and will forgive an unwashed floor (I hope!). They don’t care that I have 3 snacks out instead of the 6 I had planned. What is important isn’t how hard I can work and how much I can overextend to create the ‘perfect’ evening. What is important is being present and loving those who are around me.

So on this first day of Christmas, I will remember that Partridge and I will work to keep to the ground as much as I can.

(an aside: Perdix’s name became the word for partridge. Some people believe when the song entered English, the French Perdix was heard as ‘pear tree’, which is how was roosted.)

Back to the start.
Forward to day Two.