Holidays...these days

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The Holy Days are here. Is that 'holidays', instead? Or more 'modern', as in 'whole': 'wholydays'? Or, 'holly days', as in the, er, well, you know!

Maybe I want to mean all of them! All of them are present these days of merry, and hope, and joy, and memories...ooopppsss! Talking about that, isn't it interesting how our minds, my mind for sure, thinks of the past in terms so sweet and nice, that tears come in surreptitiously, enveloping us in a tender, warm, cocoon space, and our shoulders sort of shrug towards each other in an intentional embrace that does not really culminate? For one is simply attempting to re-live a very special memory that is not - today - real, and so it is a fantasy, a quasi-dream, beautiful and 'tasty' nonetheless, but unreal. It was, it 'just' was, as in past tense. Not to be again, its impossibility hitting us hard, making more tears come out, and a sense of pain and eternity, warm - almost hot - emptiness pushing aside smoothly the previous tender hug sense.

Then the realization that the space we occupy at the present is looking into a tube within our memory banks, in HD!, instantaneous images flash, and then!, it is all gone, and the evidence of its happening is a sense of meltdown and physically, the teary wetness of our eyes and cheeks. Aaaggghhh!

Why is that so?

Poet Lady Lee Andrews
And again, providence confronts me with a possible answer: "Little by Little" - the poem by Lady Lee Andrews from Old San Juan, Puerto Rico, is facing me, right there 'in my face'. It is 'calling' me as it did when I spotted it in her store in San Juan. "I'm letting go, little by little"... 'it sometimes hurts, I sometimes cry...I sometimes erase it all. And sometimes I can't. But I'm letting go. I am. That's just the way I am. I can't help it anymore...

Its words 'wake' me back up. Reassuring. Asserting. And it is sweet. In fact, it feels strong, and grounded, and 'real'.

You too can read it here: little by little.

Is that my holiday, or Holy Day, or is it wholy-day, or holly day gift? Am I standing under a holly evergreen?... or is it supposed to be a mistletoe instead?

Who cares! Muuaaa!!! Give me that kiss: the time is now!

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