Life is so fascinating—here we are in these physical bodies running around town like crazy, working, shopping, trying not to drop. Then, there’s the spirit of Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza (and other holidays too, I’m sure) which we hope will transport us to a quiet, inner place of joy, secure in the knowledge that we are far more than frantic minds and bodies on the go.
Years ago, in Sedona, Arizona, friends and I stopped at a shop that took pictures of human auras with a special camera. (I think of auras as the energy that imbues and surrounds living things, which can be perceived as colors by people who are psychically sensitive.) We all thought it would be fun to see what our auras looked like and shared our photos afterward. I can’t remember everyone’s colors anymore but I think my picture was mostly red and green.
My point is, we are energy that, in a healthy person, radiates several feet beyond our bodies. Our energy fields reflect the thoughts we consistently think, our moods, everything really, including our experiences of the sacred. I think we love the holy days because, for a time, they invite us to a place within that is beyond our humdrum lives. They allow us to see there is more to us than meets the eye–that we are spiritual beings who carry on after our bodies die. (I once read that our life force (our souls?) weighs three ounces, which seems so insubstantial, doesn’t it, for living beings?) When we respect others and celebrate holy days together, our energy fields mix and Love catches the winds circling the globe, just like Santa Claus.