Posts Tagged Christmas tree
Today I finally began Christmas decorating. In honor of today’s holiday, a tribute to a red Mexican flower, I decided to try making some origami poinsettias. I hesitate to purchase real poinsettias since they’re toxic to kitties, and Koda is definitely a plant nibbler, so the origami version seemed like a good idea. I has it all planned out: I’d make a small “bouquet” and tape it to our front door.
Unfortunately, I got a little too ambitious and picked a particularly complicated poinsettia, which involved folding leaves and two layers of red flowers that integrate together. I should have guessed I’d have trouble: The entire set of directions was five pages long. By take number three on the first page of steps, it was clear things were not going to work out. Just as my frustration level was rising, G decided to take a study break so we could go get a Christmas tree. I was thrilled to push my paper jibbles aside.
We bundled up and trundled to my car, which had to be cleared off and shoveled out thanks to last night’s storm. The driver’s side lock also frozen, so G crawled in through the passenger side and kicked open the door.
We were thoroughly chilled by the time we finally got going, so we both wanted to make this trip as quick as possible. We headed to a tree lot by a mini golf range, and I can honestly say I’ve never hunted so intently and so quickly for a tree. It was so cold I was ready to break down and spring for a $50 one, and was about to, when we spotted a small, really reasonable Fraser. About 20 minutes later, our tree was bundled, paid for and in the backseat of my car (the back doors also required kicking). I couldn’t feel my hands, toes or cheeks.
Once home, the tree didn’t take long to put up, but then the great S-versus-Christmas lights battle 0f 2010 commenced. Just as I got our multi-colored strand wrapped around, I discovered it was burnt out. I finally managed to get a strand of all-green lights in place. I then hung up our modest amount of ornaments, which Koda kept attacking. By the time I was done, I was cranky and decidedly un-festive. And I was still cold.
G noticed. “It’s cocoa day, right?” he asked and then slipped into the kitchen. When he came back, he had a mug of Ghirardelli hot chocolate, complete with cinnamon, nutmeg, whipped cream and biscotti. It was so decadent it was ridiculous. And so delish.
He lit pretty much every candle we own, turned down the lights and turned up some Christmas music on Pandora. Now I’m curled up, looking at my decorated tree and decorated living room and feeling back in the holiday spirit.
And right in the center of my tree is a homemade poinsettia ornament.
When I initially brainstormed ideas for how to celebrate this holiday earlier this month, I had planned to visit a “metaphysical” shop on State Street that offers readings with one of three psychics. I had this all figured out: I’d stop in at Mimosa and meet with Patti Bee for a psychic reading. I figured at some point in the appointment my aura would come up.
However, I am not in Madison this weekend, so I had to look elsewhere for metaphysical inspiration today. (Though I WILL get a psychic reading one of these days–maybe December!) This afternoon, my parents and I headed out to Williams Tree Farm in Illinois. Neither they nor I were planning to come home with a tree today. We were headed out there to walk around, have a cup of wassail, and pick up some homemade fudge. We went out to Williams to cut down a tree pretty much every year when I was a kid, but I haven’t been there in a couple of years.
The place was crazy busy today. Practically everywhere you stepped you were tripping over kids and golden retrievers (the farm has 13 of them that run around and interact with customers). After perusing the extensive ornament shop and sipping down the obligatory wassail, we headed out to the fields of pine trees. It was much quieter out there and not very cold, so we were more than comfortable wandering around the trails between a variety of pines.
Our final turn around the field must have put us directly west, because it was hard to look at my parents without losing them in a haze of mid-afternoon sun. But wait–maybe I was wrong, maybe we were headed north or east. Maybe I wasn’t losing them in the sun at all. Maybe, just maybe I was staring directly into the depths of their auras, at least the auras they were presenting today. It was a glorious moment of looking at my parents’ essence. I had to know what it meant.
According to Victoria Anisman-Reiner,
Your aura, the field of energy around your body, is like an energetic ‘blueprint’ for who you are. The outer layers carry information about a person’s mood and well-being in the moment; middle layers portray your health, emotional patterns, relationships and your strengths and vulnerabilities; and at the most profound layers of the aura, your true self and your life purpose are revealed. (Thanks, Suite101.)
Anisman-Reiner lists aura colors and the characteristics supposedly associated with them. Yellow is associated with energy, playfulness, optimism, and the belief that life is meant to be fun. I’d say everyone had fun today and certainly had plenty of energy to run around those trees. And our happy day most certainly affected our inner psychic selves, which bathed us in a warm sea of yellow that I hope will carry us forward for days to come. (See? I hope = optimism.) How lovely–my awareness of our auras has led to a deeper, more spiritual understanding in myself of our emotional states.
And the western sun didn’t hurt, either.