In true agnostic language – I don\u2019t know, and to me it doesn\u2019t matter.
\nWhat matters to me is matter.
\nTradition, cycle and rhthyms and a sense of belonging <\/p>\n
I love Christmas, I love the memories it conjures up, I love the traditions, I love the carols, mince pies, family gatherings, giving and receiving presents and I love the season. I love the romance of it, the feelings it provokes the coziness, the tree, candles and log fires, the snow, the wait, the excitement, the games and the joy. The magic!!<\/p>\n
Every year we have the same rituals, the same cycle and also invent new family rituals, building memories and traditions that remind us and re-member us as a human, a family and community. <\/p>\n
I am also aware that for many, Christmas is an awful time. It recalls and re-members difficult memories and painful situations, family arguments and separations and they hate the whole season and festivities. So in a different way, Christmas matters, it earth\u2019s difficult feelings and memories. <\/p>\n
How ever we perceive Christmas, believing in the virgin birth doesn\u2019t matter! <\/p>\n
Or does it? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In true agnostic language – I don\u2019t know, and to me it doesn\u2019t matter. What matters to me is matter. Tradition, cycle and rhthyms and a sense of belonging I love Christmas, I love the memories it conjures up, I … Continue reading