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Are you making your list and checking it twice? Better check again, I think you forgot someone. Who? You. Yes, You! What gift will you give yourself this holiday season?
I posed this questions to a group of bloggers--women I refer to as "writers of spirit"--and they gave you a gift back: 6 Thoughtful Posts about self-nurture for the holiday season.
Christy Lambertson at Dry Bones Dance is giving herself a break during this crazy-making season:
Nobody will do it perfectly, and neither will I – so this year, I am giving myself permission to be imperfect and to occasionally wallow in unproductive misery – without beating myself up. I’m also giving myself permission to be happy, to have fun, to buy myself a gift, to be a little frivolous - because, family or no, I'm allowed to have a little fun....If it takes the occasional shot of vodka to get me through, I think that Baby Jesus will understand.
Oh she is a clever girl, that one. Read the rest here.
While Christy is open to her cynical side, Jennifer McGuiggan of The Word Cellar is channeling her inner-Eloise and singing "Fa la la lolly...blow music of trinkles and drinkles of glass, it's Christmas everywhere!" She's giving herself the gift of being giddily ready for the over-the-top magic of Christmas:
I'm ready for cold winter nights that sparkle with lights hanging from rooftops, with fake deer standing sentinel in front yards, with garland wrapped around lampposts. I'm ready for carols that remind us to take heart, to take stock, and to take pause. I'm ready for the gift of honoring the people I love with presents that will truly touch their hearts. I'm ready to find myself and my God in a hushed, candlelit sanctuary at midnight, full of mystery and secrets. I'm ready to remember that Christmas goes beyond the hype, the uber-consumerism, and the doorbuster sales. I'm ready to celebrate pagan rituals that have been co-opted into the Christian faith because the truth of God shows up over and over again in the myths and archetypes throughout the ages. I'm ready to celebrate the birth of the true Sungod Saviour during the darkest time of the year, when we need light and hope and a reason to get up on cold, dreary mornings.
Read the rest of her unabashedly indulgent post here.
Leonie Allen is in love -- with life,with art, and with one fine man -- so she's giving herself permission to celebrate:
As soon as we give ourselves permission, and an opportunity, miracles happen. The whole universe unfolds and opens to give you exactly what you've been craving.
Do you believe that? If yes, what will you give yourself permission for this season? If no, I think you should go experiment with this permission-giving thing anyway. Why? Because the Goddess tells you so. Read all about it here.
Kristin Tennant at Halfway to Normal is making herself a coupon book this holiday season, and she's finding it harder than she thought.
The things we strive to give others tend to be much harder to give ourselves. Forgiveness. A compliment. A second chance. Compassion....Why are we so hard on ourselves? And why so stingy? Sure, it’s in “giving that we receive,” but that doesn’t make giving to ourselves selfish. It might, in the end, actually benefit the people closest to us—in giving to ourselves, they receive.
Find out what intriguing gifts-to-herself made the coupon book cut here. You may want to write yourself a few scrips while you are at it.
Nikki di Virgilio at Investigating What the Soul Knows is giving herself permission to stop resisting everything that comes her way. She's wrapping up some non-resistance this year, then seeing how her body and soul feels about it.
Will we resist and groan through every shift? Every encounter? Or will we say "yes," and move with it and through it?
I swear to you, after reading this post my chest was noticeably less-tight and my breathing deeper. Read more relieving ideas about non-resistance here.
Finally, Stephanie Lee Jackson is coming out of semi-hiding and explaining how writing in the third person as Pretty Lady was an eye-opening gift to herself.
The fact that she referred to all comers as 'dear' and 'darling' began to rub off; I soon found that the promiscuous affection she spewed everywhere was genuine. By definition, she did love everybody. And I found that affection is
