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Red Cedar Candle HolderDo you appreciate simple beauty? I do, and I love all things “earthy” and “green.” A friend recently gifted me with this stunning candle holder and let me tell you—it’s my new favorite thing.

Handmade by a gentleman in Arizona, this candleholder was crafted from one solid piece of Red Cedar. There is no finish on the wood; the shine is the result of a little bit of wax and some buffing. It feels smooth as satin and smells heavenly—I’ll be using an unscented candle in this one! Where is the scratch-n-Sniff button? You gotta smell this!

Along with my candle holder was a paper detailing where the wood came from. My holder was “harvested from a stand of Red Cedar that was being cleared as part of a fire control project in the Ohio River Valley” where the trees can be rather invasive. Donson Wood Works, the company that made the candle holder, “uses only renewable sources of wood.”

This is a gift I can feel good about. I appreciate that this artist is conscientious enough to use renewable sources and I love supporting local craftspeople and small businesses which is why I decided to post about this candle holder. A quick scan of the website showed all sorts of wonderful creations (check out the Steam Punk Pepper Mills). Great prices too!

I’m nowhere near ready for the Christmas season but I wanted to share with you a fun new children’s story; The Christmas Village by Melissa Goodwin. The author jokingly refers to it as It’s a Wonderful Life meets Back to the Future and she isn’t far off…

The Christmas Village is the story of Jaime, a 12 year old boy whose father recently left. Jaime is having difficulty dealing with all the changes and, while at his grandmother’s house, begins wishing he could live somewhere peaceful and safe…like his grandmother’s miniature Christmas Village.

Poof! One night Jaime gets his wish magically transports into the little village, but things are not always as they appear…there is danger in the town of Canterbury. It’s a winter adventure as Jaime tries to help his friends and find a way home.

This is a warm, cozy read reflecting the importance of friends and family, trust, forgiveness, and gratitude. Great for ages 8 and up (I read it twice!). I love the book trailer, which I’ve pasted below for your enjoyment. I also had the opportunity to interview the author, Melissa Ann Goodwin, who is touring this week with WOW! You can read the interview and follow the tour schedule here.

 
Melissa Ann Goodwin is a native New Englander, now living in Santa Fe, New Mexico with her husband, artist J. Richard Secor. She has written extensively for Fun for Kidz, Boys’ Quest and Hopscotch for Girls. She was a regular feature article contributor to the Caregiver’s Home Companion for more than five years. Her work has appeared in Guideposts’ Angels on Earth, Caregivers’ Home Companion, Caring Today, The Lutheran Digest, The Peak Magazine, The Andover Townsman, and the Martha’s Vineyard Gazette. Her poetry took 10th prize in The Writer’s Digest 2010 annual competition. The Christmas Village is her first novel.

Author’s Websites:

Melissa Ann Goodwin
http://writeryogini.blogspot.com/

The Christmas Village
http://thechristmasvillagebook.blogspot.com

Happy Hogmanay, otherwise known as New Years Eve; incidentally, today is also the sixth day in the twelve days of Christmas. There is some debate as to the origin of the word hogmanay, some say it derived from the phrase au gui menez which means, “lead to the mistletoe”, others say it began as oge midne or “good morning”. Whatever the origin may be, the meaning is the same as today– many blessings on your new year.

Traditionally this was a day of tidying up loose ends; houses were cleaned, clothes mended and debts were paid. The New Year was to be welcomed as an honored guest not to be marred by “leftovers” from the previous year. For most of us, this level of clearing is not feasible but it does offer us something to ponder.

As we make our resolutions of new attributes to adopt let’s also take a look of what we can release. We can release our distrust of others not like us. We can release our anger at those we feel have hurt us. We can forgive ourselves for not always acting in our own best interest– abuse victims are all too familiar with this particular version of guilt. We can forgive our parents, siblings and spouses for not being perfect.

It’s amazing how much of our energy is tied up with past experiences, energy better spent on what we want to create now.  There is an old chant which says, “Hogmanay Trololay, give us your white bread and none of your gray”.  In other words, partake of what is fresh and discard the old.  So, here’s a toast to new beginnings…and lots of fresh, fluffy bread.

“Thank You” to all my new friends and everyone who has visited me this year.  May you have an absolutely delightful 2010.

In the cold winter months when the gloom in the sky threatens to reside in our hearts we here in the United States have a unique way of celebrating a holiday collectively referred to as Christmas, regardless of our religious persuasion.   Pine trees are brought indoors and decorated with lights and baubles, wreaths are hung on the door, candles are lit and neighborhoods have intense competitions for who can create the largest light show in their front yard.  Have you ever wondered just where or when this all started?  Cozy up by the fire with your laptop and I’ll share what I’ve found.

Christmas Trees, Boughs of Holly and Kissing Under the Mistletoe:   

During the long, bleak days of winter evergreen plants were symbols of tenacity and life everlasting to the Nordic and Celtic people.  These trees and plants which did not go into dormancy remained as symbols of hope in the renewal of life when the human spirit threatened to falter.  In fact, some cultures believed that the woodland spirits took refuge in these evergreens during the harsh winter months.  Decorating or honoring these plants, or bringing them into the home, was believed to be a way to gain the favor and blessing of the residing spirit.

 Some plants were assigned attributes either for the god or goddess associated with them or for their medicinal or magical use.  Mistletoe, for example, was known as the “All-Healing” herb or “Druids’ Weed” and was a symbol of health, luck and fertility.  Hung above doorways it was believed to provide protection and invite prosperity; kissing under the mistletoe was a sign of trust and friendship.

 Holly was the masculine symbol of summer in the winter darkness, with Ivy being the feminine counterpart. The pairing of the holly with the ivy goes back to a Greek myth where a young girl dances before Dionysus, represented by the holly, with such ardor that she falls dead.  In honor of her devotion Dionysus places her spirit into the plant which to this day bears her name.

 This pairing was again reflected in a fifteenth century carol called The Holly King and the Ivy Queen wherein the jovial Holly King is accompanied by the cold, weepy Ivy Queen then repeated in the Christmas carol The Holly and The Ivy.  Garlands made from holy and ivy symbolized fruitfulness

 Dionysus and Bacchus were just two of the gods associated with holly.  These personifications were seen as jovial lovers of life who encouraged us to participate heartily in life and trust we would be blessed.  A wonderful depiction of this character was offered as the Ghost of Christmas Present in the movie Scrooge, the one with Albert Finney as Scrooge.  The flowing green robe, table laden with food and crown of holy was the traditional depiction of this archetype.   The circular form of the crown, or wreath, represented the cycle of life.  It is not surprising the image would be also adopted for Jesus although, for Christians, the crown of holly represented his crown of thorns.

 The practice and ritual of decorating our houses with greenery can be traced back to ancient Rome around the Kalends of January, second century BCE.  Following the Midwinter Festival, also known as Saturnalia (after Saturn, god of agriculture), came a few days of rest as new consuls were inducted into office.  Houses were decorated with greenery and gifts were exchanged.

 The “Christmas Tree” as we know it today came into trend in 1840.  Decorating fir trees was a German tradition introduced to England by Prince Albert and Queen Victoria.  The fir-tree as a symbol of hope is reflected in the German carol O’Tannenbaum, the last verse of which translates as:

Your dress wants to
  teach me something:
Your hope and durability
Provide comfort and strength
  at any time.
O fir tree, o fir tree,
That's what your dress should
  teach me.

 Lights, Candles and the Yule Log:

For as long as there have been humans there has been a fascination with and worshipping of the sun, for without the sun there can be no food and no life.  For the ancient peoples winter was a frightening time with often limited provisions and a troubling apprehension that the Sun, the most important life-giving source, may not return.

The word Yule is derived from the word for wheel or cycle as in the Wheel of Life.  The Yule log began as symbolic magic to invite the spirit or energy of the Sun back to the village and into the home.  Traditionally the log was Oak or Ash, ritually blessed with wine or cider and then lit.  The ashes from the Yule log were either sprinkled in the fields to insure fertility or buried by the house to protect against lightning.  Part of the log was kept as kindling for next year’s fire.  Occasionally Yule candles were used instead of logs.  In these cases the tallow drippings from the blessed candle would be rubbed into the handles of the plow to insure fertile crops.

 The lighting of any candle or fire was seen as an invitation to the Sun god or goddess who represented prosperity.  This tradition has been carried over into the modern-day electric lights we use on our trees and homes. Let’s face it, when you drive past a home lit up like an amusement park don’t you think “those people must have a lot of money to be able to afford that electric bill”? 

 Lights and candles continue to be a beloved part of our winter festivities.  To some people a candle flame is a symbol of the imminent return of light and warmth; for others, a symbol of Divine Grace; and still for others it is a symbol of spiritual enlightenment.  I would like to suggest that the flame also be a representative of our interconnectedness and the strength of will and spirit to honor that thread throughout our associations with our fellow-man and stewardship of this Earth.  A light in the darkness, a star to guide us on our journey to being the people we are meant, and truly desire, to be.

 Happy Holidays to all; may the flame burn ever brighter for you in this New Year.

Well, I finally did it.  I finally created a blog.  I had no intention of doing this today, but sometimes life takes us down a path we don’t plan on.  When this happens I have found that it is usually to my benefit to jump in the boat and go with it.  I love that line in Polar Express, that it doesn’t matter where the train is going, what matters is getting on.

My day actually started out on a rather challenging note….

First my partner’s alarm doesn’t go off…he awakens 90 minutes late.

Then, I come into my office to get in some writing time…

My floor lamp won’t work even though I just replaced the bulb three days ago.  Of course this happens on an almost-never-happens-in-Arizona overcast day.  I may have to work by candlelight.

Then I get an error message at boot up.  The instructions tell me to do a system restore and then update my driver.  Well, silly me had mistakenly used McAfee to clean my system a few days ago and now all my restore points are no longer accessible.  This I find out after trying at least six different points, I have a stubborn learning curve.

Is Mercury in retrograde?

Then it hit me; this is a funny metaphor for life.  Your restore points are no longer accessible.  There is no going back, you will have to repair what you can and move forward.

Guess it’s time to let go of the wish-I-would-haves and the I-liked-it-better-whens and just resign myself to the I-can-dos.

 

So, with the thoughts of going forward and the energy of the I-can-dos I somehow ended up creating a blog site.

 

That’s life for ya.