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“Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.”
~The Conductor, Polar Express

So, what’s on your holiday list this year? A healthy dose of rage for the husband who doesn’t even pretend to be civil around your extended family? Insurmountable sadness for the child who has chosen such an alternative path of independence that he or she refuses to come home to celebrate anymore? Incalculable jealousy for the whip-smart size 6 sister who just received the ultimate career promotion all while being married to the doting husband and whose children both received full-ride scholarships to college? Perhaps it’s a super-sized portion of guilt and self-pity as you polish off the last of the homemade Christmas cookies and gooey toffee by candlelight once the kids are tucked in snug as little bugs awaiting the arrival of jolly old St. Nicholas.

As you sip your third cup of eggnog in an attempt to drown your emotional landscape, allow me to share with you the one precious and unexpected gift I received this year that delivered such a profound ‘ah ha!’ moment that my own personal and protected list of transgressions have shriveled to almost nothing.

A Devastating Storm

Not long ago, as the monster Category Five storm named Hurricane Irma was beating a path to our front door, I experienced what I can only describe as a miracle of consciousness.

As foolish as it appears in retrospect, in the days leading up to the storm, I was adamant about not leaving our home. I had convinced myself and my husband that I could micromanage a hurricane. (The story of how I had willingly put my family in the cross-hairs of incalculable harm and my refusal to leave is the juicy fodder of my blog post Surefire Advice for Life in the Eye of the Storm.) However, twenty-four hours before she made landfall, it was obvious that this force of nature was not capable of being managed. You either got out of her way or you got crushed. Irma was on a direct collision course with Naples, accompanied by a predicted 15-foot storm surge which had the potential to completely destroy our home.

Both Panache and I were stretched to the max. There was no longer a viable way of getting out of the storm’s path. There were no flights out. There was no gas. There was no time. Remaining in our home across from the beach was also no longer an option because of the potential tsunami that the storm surge represented. I was beside myself with worry. I was filled with anger, guilt, and regret that I had stupidly engineered this situation, all because I was inflexible and delusional enough to think that I could control a killer storm. We had to do something, so we decided to move our four young children to a shelter for refuge.

Physically exhausted, emotionally spent, completely overwhelmed, and resigned to the inevitable damage and destruction, there was nothing left to do but let my adult children and extended family know that we were moving the children to what was hopefully a safer shelter.  Time was of the essence, so I decided to text them.

And then the miracle happened.

carol of unconditional love 2A Miracle of Consciousness

As I began to text family, all of the agonizing baggage I had carried with me for well over 50 years fell away in an instant. The stories of what had happened, of what had been done to me, of the unfairness, the abuse, the victimhood, all of it was cleansed.  By facing the potential end of everything as I knew it, every open sore, wound, and scar was washed away. Jealousy, anger, hurt, rivalry, shame, guilt; all of the internal negativity and darkness was gone.

All I felt was overwhelming, unconditional love. For all of them.

My heart was so open, tears of gratitude flowed down my cheeks. My text read: “Moving to a shelter. Don’t know when we will connect again. I want you to know that I love you.”

This may be as close as I ever come to a near-death experience, but the gift of facing the inevitable was the realization that – when the end does come – all that is left is love.

The Carol of Unconditional Love

The holidays have the potential to bring out the very best and the very worst in each of us. We struggle through the same emotional rollercoaster year after year of failed expectations, disappointments, and heartache.

unconditional loveBut what if you met the holidays this year absent of any expectations?

What if you just lived in the flow of whatever was unfolding?

What if you met everyone with love?

Right now, there is nothing to stop this from being the best holiday season possible. There is nothing to stop each of us from being who we should be, who we were meant to be, who we truly want to be. Because at the end of everything, love is all we have left. In a very real sense, it’s the only thing that we get to keep to the very end.

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After Hurricane Irma, it took months for all the damage to our community to be repaired. Yet slowly life returned to normal and as human beings often do, we began to soften the edges of our memories. We started to forget what it was like to face the unknown, to face the end. With one exception: I still viscerally remember and deeply cherish the remarkable experience of opening my heart to the potential of love and feeling the unbelievable lightness that only love can bring.

Today, I revisit it often and like the sleigh bell at the end of the Polar Express (our children’s favorite holiday story), I hope to hear the carol of unconditional love until the moment I draw my last breath.

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