Daca ma uit in urma, peste anii ce-au trecut, Craciunul a fost si a ramas singura sarbatoare din an, de care m-am bucurat de fiecare data. Nu pentru conotatiile ei crestin-religioase. Nici pentru zapada. Sau pentru colinde si brad.
Ci pentru ca oricat de bogat sau de simplu venea, Craciunul imi aducea in inima un soi de tainica asezare si caldura. Si, uneori, un strop de tristete. Pentru ca mai trecea un an, iar eu ma regaseam din nou, cam pe nicaieri...
Am avut Craciunuri simple, dar extraordinar de frumoase! Am avut Craciunuri mai imbelsugate, dar cu adanci strangeri de inima si semne de intrebare: si acum, incotro?...
Am avut si Craciunuri fara sarbatoare. O alta zi in calendar... si-un pregnant sentiment de singuratate in mijlocul celor ce-mi erau in preajma atunci.
Au fost ani cand am primit daruri ce m-au emotionat profund. Sau cand am reusit sa ating sufletul unui prieten printr-un gest simplu. Au fost si ani in care nu am putut oferi nimic. Si-n care nu am primit nimic. Ani mai usori sau mai grei, fiecare cu lumina si intunericul sau...
Anul acesta am intalnit cativa oameni frumosi. Si calzi. Pe care ii simt aproape, chiar daca nu ne-am vazut niciodata. Si tare mi-ar fi placut sa am posibilitatea sa ofer fiecaruia cate ceva! Fiecarui om drag din viata mea...
Dar cum nu s-a putut, mi-am propus sa-mi incerc indemanarea si sa confectionez felicitari de iarna. Sa trimit ceva simbolic, dar facut cu propriile mele maini. Nu au iesit perfecte! Si poate ca nu sunt nici cele mai frumoase. N-am reusit nici macar sa fac pe cat de multe mi-as fi dorit sa trimit mai departe...
Dar am incercat si sunt mandra de mine. Data viitoare, sper ca voi putea mai mult si, poate, mai bine. Cine stie?... In fond, anul e lung, nici nu a inceput inca, iar de sarbatorit o putem face in fiecare zi, fara ocazii speciale!
Simple things
If I look back, over the years that passed, Christmas was
and remained the only holiday I enjoy every time. Not for its Christian-religious
significance. Nor for the snow or the Christmas tree and carols.
But for the mysterious warmth and peace of mind Christmas
always brought no matter how simple or generous it came. And sometimes with a little drop of sadness: another
year had passed, and again, I found myself nowhere…
I had simple Christmases, but extraordinary beautiful! I had
richer Christmases, but with deep worries and question marks: and now where to,
which is my way and when will I find
it?!... I also had Christmases without celebration - just another day on the
calendar and a strong feeling of loneliness among those around me that time. I
had years with gifts that deeply touched me. And years I could touch a friend’s
soul with a simple thing. I also had years I could offer nothing and received
nothing. Lighter years or harder years, each of them with its light and
darkness…
This year I met a few beautiful, warm people. And although I
never saw them in person, I feel them close to me. I would have loved the
possibility to offer them something! To each special, dear person in my life.
Because I couldn’t, I decided to make Christmas cards and send something
symbolic but crafted with my own two hands. They’re not perfect and or the most beautiful
I’ve seen. I couldn’t even make as many as I wanted to send. But I’ve tried and
I am proud of myself. Next time I’ll do more and maybe better, who knows? After all, the year is long - it didn’t even
start, and we can mark every day, we don’t need special occasion for celebration.
