On December 13, 2023

Mountain Meditation: Gifts from the heart

 

It’s that time of year once again when we think of our dear family and friends. What would life be without special people who touch our souls and warm our hearts?

Gift giving in many cultures is an honored tradition. It certainly is in ours. We live in a materialistic, throw-away society where objects are highly valued and buying is easy, 24/7 regardless of bank accounts.

What is the most treasured gift we can give? Can it be found in a mall or on Amazon? Yes, maybe, but there are other choices. Perhaps gifts could be seen as extensions of ourselves that needn’t always be bought…

A precious object we love or find may remind our dear one of how precious they are. It might be a beautiful stone or seashell, or a treasure passed down for generations that we’re certain they will like. I realize, sometimes, a gift must be purchased, but whenever possible a personal dimension adds uniqueness to our gift.

Is a present more special if we make it ourselves, with our own hands, minds and hearts? What gift would best let them know how we feel? What might encourage our dear one the most? Are they in need of a guffaw and laugh to reawaken their joie de vivre? Would a joke, poem or prayer touch their heart? To be remembered is loved by all.

Our presence in person is irreplaceable but distance can make that far too difficult. That’s why a call, FaceTime or letter has to do until we’re together. To hear or read words from the heart, expressing what they mean in our life, can lift a soul out of depression, fill them with happiness, confidence and comfort. A Christmas or Hanukkah card with a message that’s written by hand is a personal touch.

I’ve given my husband, son and grandchildren colorful coupon books I’ve made with outings and adventures in exciting locations, favorite activities, picnics, treats; even a back rub, a walk hand in hand, a heart to heart talk, or a favorite meal… (My husband keeps his coupons by our bed to cash in now and then.)

To create your own coupon present think of your loved one’s interests and passions then write or type a description of each item on colorful paper or decorate with markers. A gift of coupons may just add that “je ne sais quoi” to the season.

And so, dear friends and editors at the Mountain Times, thank you for reading the columns I’ve been writing about my recent spiritual experiences. Sharing this journey and my deepest sentiments means more to me than you’ll ever know. I wish you blessings this holiday season and throughout 2024!

Marguerite Jill Dye is a writer and artist who divides her time between Vermont and Florida.

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