"The Sun'll Come up Tomorrow"

             

                                           "The sun'll come up Tomorrow" . . . Annie

                                                     

Was she just plain 'nuts', overly idealistic, maybe even a tad psychotic and greatly out of touch with 'reality'?  In what has become a kind of Seasonal ritual, watching the sunrise over the Atlantic for several mornings, I have decided that  Annie was on to something profound. December 21 was the year's shortest day or , if you prefer, the longest night of the year.  Now we begin the gradual movement towards the Summer's solstice.  In the meantime, the body feels the urge to feast on carbs ...aka, cookies, cakes, and other assorted baked goodies with the 3 plus or so pounds that  we average adding during the holidays.  Then often follow" Naps", the human variation of hibernation.

     Hibernation .  A dictionary calls it : "an adaptive process which is designed to protect individuals from the challenges of  winter time, particularly as it relates to energy  regulation".  Another source labeled the phenomenon as passing the  winter  "in a torpid or resting state",While we humans   do not  hibernate like other mammals, for various reasons our nervous  system transmits signals that cause people to indulge ravenous appetites and gain pounds resulting in lowered energy and sleepiness. As such, it isn't the same state as SAD ...Seasonal Affective Disorder, sometimes called "Winter Blues".

   "The Blues"  Is that term used  any longer other than as a musical genre ?  When someone is experiencing 'the blues', oldtimers might say that they were "down in the dumps".  In the last post, I noted that for many  this year's Christmas is "different" with a kind of  torpor or lethargy prevalent... a kind of emotional hibernation, perhaps.  

   Prolonged cold can kill, not only vegetation but people as well. So, too, can prolonged darkness.  And, for me, that is where Annie and her assertion enter.  Maybe it is akin to the Psalter's observation that while tears may mark the night, joy comes in the morning . . . the potential for a fresh start, kind of signal that there is more than just "right now". These recent mornings have also reminded me that 'not all sunrises are alike'.  When the recent cold blast swept in, clouds hid the multi-hues of brilliant light; then on Christmas Eve, I thought the sun's orb paused briefly on the horizon like a promise of Hope:

Recently I discovered a hymn that expresses that promise, New Every Morning is the Love:  " New Every Morning is the love

                 Our wakening and uprising prove,

                 sleep and darkness safely brought,

                 restored to life and power and thought.

    It now occurs to me that "morning" might just be a metaphor for Hope and not just a time on a clock.

    Good Morning ! to you .

       

            Satchel

   

"I'm not finding much Christmas spirit this year"

           "I'm not finding much Christmas spirit this year" my client said this week.  She suggested that such sentiment was not specific just for her; rather, she sensed a general malaise all around.  And she was one of several clients offering their version of the same sentiment. Now before dismissing these as "the perspectives of therapy clients who likely are already feeling anxious and/or depressed", consider that these are high functioning persons not disposed to a jaundiced view of the world. My subjective opinion says that there are fewer Christmas decorations displayed this year.  

   While everything and everyone is not "Humbug" or "Grinch-y" and "No, no, no !" has not totally displaced "Ho, ho, ho !", something seems, feels different for many this year.  "Naughty" children were once threatened with 'lumps of coal' in their stockings. Accordingly, in some quarters, there is a sense that we are all receiving a scuttle bucket full of coal this year.

    If this is a pervasive viewpoint, "WHY ?" is such the case this year ? A couple of years ago, Sean Dietrich published a collection of articles in a book entitled The Absolute Worst Christmas of All Time. Coming as it did at the conclusion of the first Covid year, the title likely captured the experience of  many.  But now, here we are two Christmases out from that horrendous year. Why now the less- than- enthusiasm that many are experiencing, regardless of formal religious identification or not ?  And, I acknowledge that I have but partial hunches about Causes and for that matter, Cures.

   Among the nominees for causation that I have heard: covid weariness; grief for what and who we have lost; a protracted political nastiness culminating in a recent mid-term election; war in Ukraine; economic uncertainties; diminished sense of safety in the face of mass shootings; loneliness and social isolation. In his novel Littlejohn, Howard Owen has a character lament that "no one should be made to endure Christmas within at least one  year of a personal catastrophe."  No doubt there are other  nominees.

    "Is there a balm in Gilead ?" to paraphrase an old spiritual. A long ago comedian often proclaimed, "Don't tell me your doubts. I have enough doubts of my own. Tell me something you believe in!" Or, you might call it HOPE (differing from 'Wishful Thinking') for something that transcends the immediate malaise. Not just, 'pie in the sky in the sweet bye and bye'. Instead, something that fortifies us to deal with the right now  without  giving way to despair.

   Today I read a post about Phillip Brooks, long ago Rector of Trinity Episcopal Church in Boston and later Bishop of Massachusetts.  His poem that became "O Little Town of Bethlehem" is still a perennial part of Christmas music. The man's faith embodied both contemplation and action. Two lines in that song have offered Hope in the lives of many: "The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee  tonight" referencing the Christ event; and, "O come to us, abide with us,  our Lord Emmanuel".  Many people have seen and experienced ugly &  hateful expressions of religion so much so that they are skeptical at best and downright dismissive at worst of the entire business,  whether Christian or otherwise.

   Something seems to be missing this year.  What do you think it is and what is needed ?

     Satchel