Even as a child, the Christmas season always brought with it a certain sadness. Something seemed more than slightly askew. The messages of "peace on earth" and "goodwill to all", the prevailing storyline proclaiming this to be a special time of mirth and merriment, didn't resonate with what I was experiencing. I imagined it was just the chaos and uncertainty of my own childhood that left me feeling somehow "out of the loop". As the years have rolled by, I have thought that less and less.
The stories of the birth of Jesus, like the stories of the birth of Buddha, are woven with strands of the myth and miracles. Preceded by dreams and visions, accompanied by choruses of angels and showers of perfumed blossoms cascading from the sky, both of these special beings brought into the world teachings which stressed the primary role of love and compassion in our lives. Each of these teachers spoke of an essential spiritual reality that lay within and beyond each of us. Each repeatedly pointed out that worldly rewards of wealth, status, power, etc. were "false gods" and that grasping onto things would always lead to suffering.
And yet, here we are, about 6% of the earth's people, living in the richest nation on earth, chewing up about 50% of the earth's resources and spitting out about 50% of it's pollution and garbage each day. At Christmas time, the irony of piles of new toys laying in the midst of piles of torn wrapping paper as a celebration of the birth of Jesus never escapes me. But, of course, each moment of each day embraces the Grand Paradox. (I shouldn't pick on Christmas too much, I suppose. There's lots of caring and good cheer among family and friends, for sure.)
As I held the newborn Keaton, I could feel the Ultimate Preciousness of Life in my arms. With my heart open and aching, I was also aware of Death -- both in it's final form and in the more common form that emerges when we fail to recognize the ever-present Sacred Miracle that were immersed in. Life/Death intersected in that room, with a newborn babe at the beginning edge of its incarnation in the midst of loving parents and grandparents. The Adoration on the Magi had nothing on this scene. It wasn't a manger, but a rose is rose is a rose. This, too, was a Sacred Birth, an Incarnation of the One Love.
The bottom line?
Love is central to both the Teachings of Jesus and of Buddha. Jesus proclaimed Love as the basic "Commandment". Buddha said it's power to heal was the only Eternal Law. It seems it's just like the Beatles sang, "Love is all you really need." Love connects us to one another and to the One which is Love. It is, after all, as simple as that.
But, of course, simple doesn't mean easy.
As I sit here with sunlight spraying diamonds in the snow outside the window, I pray that Keaton will Know that she, too, is the Christ Child, Saraswati, Kwan Yin, the Buddha. I pray that she will Know that she emerges from Love, that she is Love. I pray that, as I stumble ahead failing more often than not, I can be one small piece of that Knowing.
I'm going to Sit now. What are you up to?