Way More Than Deja'-Vu: Holidays Have a Purpose

It's hard to find somebody who hasn't had that odd feeling that they've been through this, before? It's an odd tugging at the back or your mind, and it makes you wonder, really wonder, if maybe there isn't more to this stuff we call reality than we are aware of. Just this morning a friend was talking to me about whether it made sense to do a special holiday promotion? Told him in my mind it's a why not? What've we got to lose? If we do a holiday promo and it works, great, if we don't, we'll never know- and then I said it, sometimes there are just holidays that mean more to you.

That's the part that is real, the holidays, they mean something different to everybody. To some folks they are pure joy, to others they are, pure misery, it just depends on what is going on in a persons life, doesn't it? Some years back during the Fourth of July a friend of mine and I met in Florida, this happens a lot, he was getting a bit older than forty, and, we just wanted to catch up on the years in between families. Six months later he died. Is it important to recognize that year as being a bummer holiday wise? I think so, my friends death was honored by a touch of crimson sadness around my heart, a slow decline in the mirth of my soul.

We all know we live our lives on frantic; almost as if though a pace that is quicker will be better; while knowing, the more frenetic the pace, the faster we torch ourselves out. We know it, deep inside us, we realize, the torch takes it's toll, and only the wiser people seem to realize that we have to put the torch out sometimes and come to bed.

Breathless living makes for some fun moments though, and holidays don't have to be a time of mourning. Holidays can be a time of sheerest delight, pink skies at night, sunsets that are large and glowing, moons that are full, and harvest red, and wonderful stars in your lovers eyes. Holidays can be Turkey cooked to perfection, not dry, with mountains of lofty mash potatoes, incredibly smooth gravy with that wonderful touch of sharpness as it glides across your tongue on it's way to your stomach bulging with joy.

Holidays can be times when we know who we are, by the friends that we love, by the joy that they bring, by the break in the rhythm of the breathlessness that spoils our joy all the other days we let it.

Like red milk on a hot L.A. sidewalk, we know the joys gonna go, it's just a question of how deep we want to look, and whether we feel the need to remember.