( A Story By Hilda Terroe)
Itâ€™s November 2010, in Seattle, a few days prior I had the opportunity to people watch at the Alderwood Mall, best place to do so if I may say so myself. I saw people scrambling madly to prepare for the holiday season; I felt their excitement, their agitation as they try to find that perfect gift for their loved ones.
I am still mourning over the end of our summer season here. Now itâ€™s beginning to snow and finally I am feeling the holiday spirit. Itâ€™s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and as Iâ€™m cooped up at home, unable to leave my house I stare out my bedroom window and I think what this holiday season is about for me this year. They’re about my loved ones – they are about giving to the less fortunate. Seeing the snow and feeling the chill, I imagine all those women and children who can benefit from a warm coat and warm meal in their belly, itâ€™s about giving and not expecting anything in return. The phrase â€œagape loveâ€ comes to mind.
I am always scrambling, running from one place to another, that I had forgotten how to breathe. Yes, I may be immobile now but I see it as a blessing and there’s no place I’d rather be than my own home. Itâ€™s so peaceful and beautiful outside. The quietness force me to quiet down and contemplate how I have grown as a person, how my life have changed for the better thanks to the support of my loved ones, my own sheer will power and most of all to God.
As Iâ€™m lying in my comfortable bed, with my hot caramel coffee, I realize how important it is to take some time to just enjoy being ME in a place that is safe, clean and to me beautiful. I have so much to be thankful for and one of them is having a place to call home. For home is where the heart is, and itâ€™s so important to stay grounded that you may not lose heart to what is happening in our lives.