It's All Too Much

It’s all too much for me to take
The love that’s shining all around me.
All the world is birthday cake
So take a piece but not too much.

These words from the late George Harrison were first sung in the soundtrack to 1969’s Yellow Submarine. (Even my deaf five-year-old loves that movie, and can sign some of the songs.) I am often amazed at the profound lyrics that come out of young singer-songwriters. I guess I thought I was pretty profound back then, too.

Okay, that was a serious digression.

“It’s all too much.” Is there a more appropriate sentiment for this time of year in the modern world? Too many parties, too much food and drink, too much spending, too much advertisement, too much co-opting of symbols in the name of commerce. People not interested in hearing about your business.

So what to do? Take a piece, but not too much. Start experiencing the tiniest things, and work up from there.

The sparkle of a bright light off of a strand of tinsel.
The smell of a Noble Fir when you stroke the soft branches.
The sound of boots squeaky-crunching on sub-zero snow.
The feeling of frosty air entering your nostrils and being warmed by your body as you breathe deeply.
The giggle of a child hiding behind a Christmas tree.
The pattern of frost on a window pane.
The way that crystalline beauty can come from freezing a mud puddle.
The whisper of wind through dry grass and trees.
The immense solitude of a northern beach
The smell of sunscreen and sensation of warm sand between your toes on a southern beach.
The smell of sunscreen on a beautiful bluebird powder skiing day.
The sound of your own breath as you snowshoe through woods.
The play of lights reflected on a storefront window, regardless of what’s inside.
A cookie.
Eggnog. (Okay, I personally dislike the stuff, but some people love it.)
A crackling fire, even if it is that one on TV.
“It’s a Wonderful Life” (in black and white) for the 100th time, complete with teary eyes at the end.
Finding last year’s Christmas cards from friends.
Re-using last year’s Christmas boxes and recalling what was in them before.
Conspiratorial children who can barely contain the secret of a present they got you.
The long-suffering dog that lets you put those stupid reindeer antlers on his head one more time.
Breathing deeply in the silent glow of the night, after all is calm.
Breathing.
Breathing.

So take a piece, but not too much.

So take some peace – all you want.





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