Sometimes I just want to pull all of the holiday decorations out of the closets and the garage and have all the Holy Days of Pleasure and Delight and Belief all at once. It would be a moment of star power with so much energy behind it that the planets would move into alignment and the joy of the universe would sing through all creation.
Burdened humanity would get a burst of renewal so devastatingly sweet that everyone would want to live again and again and again.
Imagine a world where Christmas trees and menorahs light up living rooms and make homes glow from within while Easter baskets and Seder meals grace tables. American flags and sparklers wave in every hand. Fireworks explode in glittering bouquets over shining dark waters. Lanterns, lit and lifted by candles, are released into the night. Everyone’s mailbox is stuffed with Valentines. Shamrocks carpet the world in emerald, and lacey painted eggs in all the colors of the rainbow nest in the fresh dewy grass while children spray each other with brightly colored dust. Dozens of deep red roses, poinsettias, Easter lilies and tulips, chrysanthemums and sunflowers decorate doorsteps and statues in temples and compete to be centerpieces on glossy dining room tables.
All the ovens in all the homes all over the world warm kitchens and hearts. Delighted children watch as iced sugar cookies shaped as Santa, snowflakes, hearts, shamrocks, Easter eggs, and pumpkins cool on wire racks. Fruitcakes and birthday cakes sweeten the air. Latticed pies burst with apples, blueberries, and strawberries. Savory harvest pies of pumpkin and pecan rest on window ledges. Platters of dates and crisp baklava tempt all to feast after the long days of fasting.
There are tables and tables of roasted turkeys and hams, stewed lamb, and chicken both fried and barbequed. Grills are smoking with shish kabobs, hamburgers, and hotdogs. Liberated bodies streak past blazing bonfires that light the night and melt the s’mores that smear the faces of the young at heart.
People and pets are clad in floral dresses and bonnets, velvet and tartan plaid, witches hats and ghoul masks, bridal gowns and stars and stripes bikinis and swim trunks. Volleyballs and badminton birdies soar through the air.
Adults sip mulled wine, margaritas, sake, and mint juleps. Children lick ice cream cones and icy pops.
Choirs are singing Jingle Bells, Hallelujah, and Morning Has Broken. Orchestras are playing The Stars and Stripes Forever and Beethoven’s 9th. Chanteuses are belting The Star-Spangled Banner and O Holy Night. Lounge singers are crooning It Had to Be You. Monks, Nuns, Priests, Rabbis, and Imams are chanting in Latin, Sanskrit, Pali, Arabic, and Hebrew.
O Come O Come Emmanuel processes over the Amber Waves of Grain where Frosty the Snowman will rise again. Everyone will wake up in the morning with a quarter under their pillow.
Roll it all out, all at once, our full on celebration of everything. What would happen then to war, to the horrors, the despair, the suffering, and the need?
If all the people, all over the world, could decide together to retreat behind closed doors to save humankind from a virus, imagine the celebration we could have with the same amount of time, the same togetherness, only with this time the doors would be wide open.
-Radiance Writer
April 18, 2022
Radiance Within 