Urban Space

To have a tree or not to have a tree -this is the question. Every year it's a struggle. Cutting down a live tree - thus shortening it's time here on earth and it's contribution to the beauty and wellness of the environment is not on my list of favorite things to do. Then there is the real issue - the gradual death, dropping of needles, and future disposal of said tree... it all makes me crazy. Needless to say I am not fond of the artificial tree - not a fan of fake - unless it is somehow over-the-top, like a really cool vintage silver or white tree (which we do not own - it might make everything oh so easy, but most likely not, as I am really good at over thinking everything -always). And then there is the struggle with the commercialization of Christmas, although I must admit that I am a fan of giving and receiving presents and I like Christmas cards.
It usually comes round to the light vs. the darkness of winter and it's pull on my soul. Those little lights on the tree are just too beautiful! Twinkling Christmas lights are a midwinter pick-me-up representing the light we can be for each other and the world and the gift given so long ago. So once again... as always, the light will win. There will be a symbol of the season in our home somewhere, in some way. It is never traditional but always beautiful, covered with large white origami stars that I made with my girlfriend Susan and the boys long, long, ago on a dark winter afternoon, and it is always filled with those wonderful little white sparkling beacons of hope.
I guess it's time for long walk in the woods or a rummage round an old factory building in the neighborhood to seek out the fallen branch that will carry the little white lights of life and hope this year.
Peace -Sandi