Holiday Gratitude

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I am being rewired. It is difficult to stay away from the screen, the ping, the endless loop that makes me feel connected to the world. Yet I often get the sense that real life is a distraction to our device relationships, instead of the other way around. I am slowly being robbed of knowing what to do with myself, uninterrupted, when I am alone. When things get quiet and slow.

It didn’t used to be this way. I remember a holiday in an era when the most imperative thing to plug in was the string of Christmas tree lights, or the turntable, for a marathon spinning of a newly opened present: The Beatles’ Rubber Soul.

When I do choose to reconnect with what brought me such quiet fulfillment in the past, a spiritual muscle memory awakens. I make coffee in the quiet of a winter morning, feeding the birds in my back yard and the cats in my kitchen. Later I may write in a journal, start on a sketch or collage, read from a stack of books. Real books, with a scent and weight that no Kindle can compete with. I may take a walk, or do a bit of restorative yoga in my living room.

This is sensory overload I can handle. I am grateful for a quiet chance to both remember and discover the essence of who I am.


reprinted from YogaCityNYC




Sharing my art and writing in a loosely gathered way that allows for meandering and taking the scenic route, I try to be mindful, meaningful, but still, at times, playful.
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4 Responses to Holiday Gratitude

  1. Kathy McDonald says:

    Really lovely, Sharon.  So wish we lived closer to each other….. Love to you,Kathy 

  2. Thomas Ross says:


    Just the perfect post for this holiday season. This time of warmth and joy but so many stressful moments as well. Reconnecting with one’s self, making moments of quiet solitude- or listening to Rubber Soul, that amazing music- all so good, so important.

    Best wishes for a peaceful and reconnected New Year.


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