In these dark wet days, the ritual of putting up lights takes me back to other years. My grandparents stopped decorating their home when we moved away. My husband helped his old folks put up their lights until their last year with us.
In the grief and nostalgia,, I felt the weight of the holidays upon me. As I reached for the strings of lights, plugging them in to check them first, the weight lifted. The lighted trees now grace our Hatha Yoga Center and home with the reminder that light will return.
What holiday rituals stir your memories? Which will you continue with this year? Ki to Happiness lights the trees, wraps gifts, and sips decaf chai.