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BE LIGHT

by Janice Okoomian

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, daylight hours wane as we approach the shortest day of the year.  This annual phenomenon of the winter solstice has found its way into world's religions.  Underneath the differences in practice and belief of this season's holidays resides a deep, common hope that light will return.

Some, like Zoroastrians, the Hopi, and neopagans, celebrate the Winter Solstice itself.

Some religions celebrate the return of the light metaphorically.  In Christmas, it's the Star of Bethlehem, and the birth of new hope for world peace in the form of a baby.  In Chanukah, it's the miracle of the oil that keeps the flame alive long after tht oil should have been depleted.

Still others celebrations of this season are not rooted in the Winter Solstice, but share the theme of the light of knowledge and truth.  Muslims celebrate the revelation of the Qura'n during the lunar month of Rmamdan.  The Buddha achieved enlightenment in December.

BE THE LIGHT

Do less, experience more.  "Simplify, simplify!" said Thoreau, and many of us need to heed his advice.  If the holiday season is so packed with activities and tasks that it overwhelms and exhausts you, then simplify, simplify.

Here are two simple rituals that can help remind you that singly and together, we are the light.

1. On a clear night, bundle up if it's cold, find a dark field, and go out with friends or family to look at the stars.  Stand together in silence and think your thoughts.  Then go back inside and bring the light with you by lighting a candle.  This ritual takes no preparation and can be spontaneious or can be folded into your holiday celebration.

2. At night, in your home, arrange several candles in candleholders, gather a group of family or friends together, seat everyone comfortably, and turn out the lights. (Make sure you have a book of matches in your hand).  Sing together in the dark - holiday songs or any songs about light.  After you finish the first song, light a candle, and begin a second song.  LIght a candle after you sing each song, until you are surrounded by the glow.
 
Rituals should be like water: both fluid and sustaining.  They are fluid when we continually reshape them so that they do not become stagnant.  They are sustaining when we practice them mindfully.  They help us to acknowledge, accept, or embrace change and transition.  Good ritual practice is good for you.

  

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LIGHTING UP THE HOLIDAYS

The December holidays can be a particularly difficult time for those who have recently lost a loved one.  It may help to view this as a time to be thankful for those loving souls who no longer sit with us at the table, but still bring light to our lives.  We can choose to acknowledge their spiritual presence by lighting the first candles of the season in their memory.


It may also help to create a written piece about past loved ones that can be reread in remembrance during the holidays, perhaps even as candles are lit. What follows is an example...

 

Written September 16, 2001

Published  November 21, 2009

in memory of Ed

 

CANDLES

 

First, I need to light a candle for my brother-in-law, Edward Straub, who is still missing.  We still hang on to hope, knowing that he made it outside of Tower 2 just as the second plane hit the building.  From the few clues we have, I am certain that Ed was the last one out of his offices on the 102nd floor as he firmly, but calmly, assured that everyone else was on their way down.  He was in charge, and that was Ed.

 

Second, I light a candle for my dear sister Sandy, who is waiting...waiting for news of him at home.  As a couple, they have been through a lot together, and I’ve always admired them for the strength of their love.

 

Ed was a great Dad, and I light a candle for Ed’s four sons. Two of them are terrific grown-up adults, one waiting at Sandy’s side, the other hoping to arrive there today from overseas.  The other two dear boys are the ages of my own children, 5 and 7, innocent and unknowing, almost thinking that it’s Thanksgiving, because all the relatives have gathered.  Sandy and Ed have a tradition of opening their hearts and their doors to everyone at Thanksgiving.  That was their special day!

 

I light a candle for Ed’s parents, up in Williamstown, Mass, absolutely beside themselves and unable to leave their house because of this.

 

I light a special candle for Ed’s brother, Stan, who is a Deacon up in Waltham.  He has been the glue holding us together.  He ventures into the Armory in New York every evening around six o’clock to check “The List”. When he finds Ed’s name has not appeared among the deceased, he continues to bring home news of hope.

 

I light candles for all of my own family.  We’ve pretty much overwhelmed my sister with hope, love and support, as we share her pain over the disappearance of Ed.  Two of my brothers, the first to arrive at Sandy’s side, did what they could to help with the boys, to run errands, and to help Sandy keep the house orderly among the chaos. My oldest brother waits along side my parents in Chicago, all wishing they could catch a plane out here.

 

I light candles for Sandy and Ed’s friends and neighbors, the endless stream of people who have called and stopped by to offer tearful hugs, comforting hugs, pasta casseroles, childcare, flags for the front lawn, and, quite simply, hope.

 

I light candles for my immediate family here in East Greenwich, who kept things running smoothly in my absence.  The first thing my daughter and son told me about upon my arrival back home was about the amazing rainbow they’d seen the night before. Then they ran upstairs to create, of all things, a museum of good luck charms.

 

I light candles for all the brave selfless members of the rescue squad, those who perished, their loved ones, and those who continue to dig through the smoldering rubble, searching for Ed and so many others.

 

I light candles for people like our cousin Paola, a first grade teacher in Brooklyn, who watched it happen from the schoolyard, who when class for cancelled got busy cooking food for the rescue workers.  People are jumping in to help with the effort, wherever and however they can.

 

I’d light well over a million candles, if I could, for all the families in our country and beyond, whose lives have been forever altered by this unspeakable, insufferable, insensitive act.

 

So many candles make for an unbelievable amount of light. Tragically, we have all been united. I hope that with this light we can still find some miracles, and I hope that somehow, some way, we can find our way to PEACE.

 

Thank you for all your prayers. Keep them coming. Let’s light more candles.
                                           -- Wendy

"Remembrance, like a candle, shines brightest at Christmas time."  -- Charles Dickens
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