We have talked a lot the last couple of weeks about the holiday season. There has been so much good energy at Human Art around this holiday season and it has only just begun. We have talked about relationships and how this time of year is a perfect time to enhance those relationships with others by really understanding them. The celebrating of each other and honoring their design seems to be the focus of everything we discuss this year.
I want to take you back many years ago to a time that had that same feeling. It is also one of the reasons “Silent Night” is one of my favorite Christmas songs. It happened in my parent’s home on Christmas evening. First, let me give you a little background on what was happening leading up to this particular Christmas.
As you know, I come from an extremely artistic family. We grew up developing the Human Art program in our home. We are all artists of some sort. Our parents were artists by trade and we spent much time developing the program and understanding personalities and composing and creating things that each personality would love. It was no different when it came to creating something for someone within the family. It was always emphasized in our home with our siblings and parents that we were always to honor and celebrate each other’s designs or personalities. This particular year was no exception; the instructions for gift giving were the same—we drew a name and bought a gift for that family member and it was always in their design. The difference this year was that we had to do something special for the person that we drew out. There was a new rule put in place just for this one year. You had to use your creative abilities to do something really special for that person. It had to focus on what they loved and celebrated them. The main rule was we had to make it from scratch and we could only spend three dollars on supplies. It was declared a “homemade Christmas.”
We all spent the weeks before discussing how we were going to make this happen. “THREE DOLLARS, WE ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE SOMETHING WORK FOR THREE DOLLARS?!” was a common quote that rang through the family at that time.
Christmas afternoon came and it was time to gather at my parent’s home for the “Homemade Christmas.” We ate and then the gift exchange began. The first gift was my dad’s, he had one of my younger sisters names. He had taken five one dollar bills and made a contemporary statue of sorts of a sleek dinosaur. It was beautiful. Then one of my sister-in-laws had collected natural plants and dried them for another sister who love to arrange flowers. It went on and on and with 12 siblings and one adopted. It was an afternoon full of loud, happy laughter, and love.
The last present was from my brother Sean to my mother. He had sat so quietly watching all the others laugh and celebrate each other. He seemed to just be taking it all in. Then we announced it was his turn to give my mom her present. He left the room and returned a few minutes later with a wrapped package in his arms. He knelt next to my mom where she was sitting on the floor and handed her the package wrapped in brown grocery sack paper. She opened it and I will never forget this image. The room went quiet, and in seconds a spirit filled the room, the spirit of Christmas, yet not one word was uttered or no sound made. Just a feeling. She had put her forehead tenderly against the frame of what we could conclude was a picture but it was facing her so we could not see its subject. She sat there and cried for I don’t know how long. It didn’t matter how long. I was so caught up in the feeling. It was night by now, and all of us were there and it was completely silent. We all just sat there and experienced this exchange between my brother and my mom.
Silent night
Holy night
All is calm
All is bright
That’s exactly how it felt. I wished I could just freeze that moment forever and enjoy it over and over again.
Finally, without saying a word, my mom caught her breath and turned the picture around to reveal a beautiful piece of art that Sean had composed for her of our beautiful Down’s Syndrome sister Sommer who was an angel in heaven looking down on my family at that very moment. She had passed a few years prior to that Christmas.
That is what I now refer to as a “Silent Night moment.” Just as we celebrate the gift of the baby Jesus, we can also celebrate and give service to each other. When we learn to love each human for who they are and what they love, we can listen to them and their story and understand where they are coming from. No agenda except to serve them, to understand them. That’s how we can truly serve one another.
Everyone once in while we get it right, and we know it because it just happens. That “Silent Night” moment where no words are spoken, it is just a feeling. An exchange of sorts from one human to another that seems to whisper, “yes I get you” and, “yes I do care.” There are no appropriate words, just the exchange of a feeling. We have chances every day to create this, we just have to pay attention and act on it. That’s when it comes; it comes in a feeling, the spirit of a Silent Night moment and it leaves behind a feeling of peace—
“Heavenly peace.”
That is my wish for you this year while entering this holiday season. Look for those Silent Night moments and take advantage of them. Celebrate someone, anyone. Your family, someone at work. a friend or even a stranger on the street. You know you have understood their authenticity when you have that quiet exchange that seems to say, “I understand.” There is no better gift at Christmas time.
It is so important to remember, everyone is a masterpiece.
Brook