This Christmas has felt so different than anything I have ever experienced before.
Initially, a somber sense of reality and truthfulness filled our home, after spending time Christmas Eve and morn volunteering at both the Calgary drop-in Centre and the Mustard Seed, observing the broken spirits of the homeless in this city. Nothing bares more truth to living in the moment than experiencing the harsh realism of poverty and struggle, especially after being a part of the consumptive decadence associated with Christmas. Bearing witness to the physical and spiritual gulf between ‘us and them’ was far too much to endure on Christmas morning, to whip up a cheerful and bright holiday facade, when all I wanted to do was curl up into a fetal ball and lay on the couch and cry.
Slowly I am coming out of my cocoon which I have sheathed myself protectively in, coming back to my own truth of working at the CHR during the holidays, preparing for a quiet day, filled with both angst and excitement, knowing that today is my first public yoga class, taught during the lunch hour, to my co-workers, peers and Managers. To say that I am slightly intimidated would be an understatement ….