More from Rachel Remen’s My Grandfather’s Blessings:
“As life becomes colder, and somewhat harder, we struggle to create places of safety for ourselves and those we love through our learning, our skills, our income. We build places of security in our homes and our offices and even our cars. Those places separate us from one another. Places that separate people can never be safe enough. Perhaps our only refuge is in the goodness of each other.”
My first, shallow thought is – “Uh oh. We’re screwed.” But of course, Remen is correct on all fronts. Perhaps it is because I heard my first Christmas song in a store yesterday, but this somehow connects me to that punchline from the Grinch after Who-ville goes on with its Christmas celebration despite the Grinch’s thievery:
“And he puzzled three hours till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more.”
And perhaps that “little bit more” and Remen’s “goodness of each other” are one in the same. We could do worse than to hope/rely on those.
It occurs to me... 