About ten days ago, we turned on the Christmas lights around the house. Every year, this is a moment I wait for impatiently. At this time of year, these lights do something to me – and I mean Christmas lights in general. They make me smile, bring back the child in me, take me back to cozy and soothing December evenings when the kids were little, or remind me of lovely times at Christmas markets.
In summary: They warm my heart and support it to open up.
But why are we lightening (more) candles as part of our indoor decoration although we all have electric light? Is it just because of a tradition that so many only follow blindly? Is it because it looks nice, or because we want to feel the child in us again? Christmas is the celebration of light itself. To me, it is a reminder that the light has come to the earth and that it is here. Maybe I am too little Christian meanwhile, but I see those lights not (only) as the birth of Jesus. I see it as a reminder that the light has come down here through each one of us. Every one of us is a little bulb or a candle that can eliminate the darkness and bring joy to others’ hearts. In the end, it is not the lights, but my open heart, that gives me that wonderful feeling I don’t want to miss.
These lights are visible reminders that the light has always been there through each and every soul that walks this earth. If we can feel this warmth when we look at the lights, it is because it has always been there. And whether it is the Christmas lights, candles, or the lights within ourselves: It always takes the active decision and action of a human being to make them shine. Everyone can make this world a little brighter.
Be a bulb in the dark to warm and open up hearts.
Today and on any day.
In Love and Light