I think I've read about a half dozen rants (on blogs) today. Yes we're a little over a week away from christmas, yes there are still things to be done, cooked, baked, purchased, cards and packages to send, knowing they won't get there before the "big day".
It boggles the mind how much people put themselves through for this one day.
So why do circumstances warrant other people to be rude to so many others?
Whether it's emails to blog posters telling them how they should live their lives, or someone saying they're sick of hearing about a certain subject? Especially when that subject involved many people from all over the world, pulling together to do something nice for another person who is in a difficult situation right now. (that one ticked me off - BIG TIME). Fine and dandy if you don't want to be involved, but phrase it a nicer manner, rather than coming off as rude, uncaring and inconsiderate.
Where's the compassion?
Where is the "good will toward others?"
Why does the season have to be a competition as to who can buy the better present for the other (or bigger or more expensive)?
Why do people feel they have to compete with their potluck dishes?
What happened to the joy of giving?
What happened to handmade presents? Remember years ago when people would make gifts for their recipients... and the recipient was overjoyed and so thankful that the gift was handmade, with love? And appreciated receiving anything at all??
I think we should go back to putting lumps of coal in stockings! LOL
Unfortunately, we now live in a society (for the most part), where everyone NEEDS everything. Every electronic gadget, every expensive toy, over-priced shiny jewellery. Heaven forbid if it's a piece of cosmetic jewellery! A fake!
Many have forgotten what the difference is between a "need" and a "want".
People need to slow down, breathe, appreciate what they have, be thankful there's a roof over their heads and food in the cupboard, and not judge their happiness by the possessions they have (or expect to receive/acquire for christmas).
Realistically, there are a lot of people who don't. Or worse, they don't know where their next meal is coming from, or how they're going to give their children a christmas.
Quilters, and craftspeople alike, know what it is, know the feeling, of receiving something handmade. Something you know that person spent time on, thinking it into reality, creating it with their own hands, and parting with it in order to make someone else happy. And what did that cost? A few materials and sometimes several labour hours of love. I find that more precious than anything else.
I remember a few years ago, my brother gave me a rock... yes, *giggle* a rock. If I remember correctly, I think he used it to weight a box so I wouldn't know what was in the box. I don't even remember what was in the box now. But I still have the rock. The thing is the size of a large orange. And it's not a special rock, like those ones you see in the stores for sale with the cute little pewter do-dads, although it does sparkle, maybe it's quartz or has some amethyst mineral to it, but it's pretty.
I do remember he asked me to save it for him... not to throw it away. He had found it somewhere and kept it for some reason, so I know it meant something to him. I still have that rock, and the box it came in. I won't give it away or throw it away. I might give it back to him if he asks for it, really really nicely! :)
The point is, he and I were separated for 15 years (long story), and that present, with the rock, was one of the first things he gave me after we were reunited. So even if it is only a paperweight on my desk, I see it and remember him, that 18 year old boy that I finally got to meet again after 15 long years. (He's 11 years younger than me... I used to change his diapers!... he hates it when I remind him of that) *evil grin*
He and I are the best of friends to this day. Even if he's a couple provinces away, he's as close as a text message or a phone call... which is more than I had from him between his years of 3 through 18.
I know he's alone this christmas, out there in Edmonton. If either of us could afford it, we would fly him here to be with me. Hopefully in the new year we'll be able to spend some time together, hopefully. Maybe once he gets the job he's been trying to get, that allows him to travel from province to province, we'll have some time together. Or maybe if funds come in from clients as I hope they do, I can take a few days and fly out to be with him. We don't know, we're playing it by ear.
I miss him terribly, and I know he misses me.
In the meantime...
- I'm not stressing over the holidays
- people are getting handmade gifts from me
- I will be able to text/talk to my brother
... and I have a sparkly, pretty rock.