On May 11, 2009 (in case you want to brush up) I blogged about
"time-binding", the powerful experience of being linked with other
people, places, and times through words, smells, sounds, rituals and
experiences. The holidays provide us with countless examples of time-binding:
decorating the tree, baking cookies, the music of the season. It is amazing how
many opportunities there are to be surprised by the awareness of the past
flooding into the present moment through even the smallest cracks in our day to
day routine.
Sally made plum pudding again this year, which we associate not
only with the season, but with Sally's dad, Joe, who made it each Christmas.
When Sally popped the puddings out of the molds in which she'd steamed them, we
each tasted just a crumb. As the spices mingled on my tongue I could just
barely whisper, "It tastes like Christmas..." before emotion
overwhelmed me.
Our desire for this powerful, mystical experience can lead us to
a rigid view of holidays and other rituals. Not wanting to miss out on
time-binding we try to do things the same, year after year, as if our rote
observance will conjure the benevolent holiday spirits. Worse, like mistaken
Grinches we think this treasure is best found at the mall or through our
on-line shopping. All too often our grasping and desperation for recovering
meaning obstructs the very experience we seek.
And then grace emerges in a crumb of pudding, the thin veil
between worlds is parted, and we are reunited with times, places and beloved
people long departed. Grace in a crumb of pudding, like a communion wafer, or the scent of pine boughs, or lights reflected in a child's
eyes....
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