There are times when I want to run away from all this festive carry on – as I get older the Twelve Days of Christmas represent nothing more than an excess of excessiveness. Too much frantic shopping, food, alcohol, excitement and activity. In my case you can add too much footwear to the general excessive of the season.
If you read my blog post yesterday you might be forgiven for thinking that I live a profligate life with little regard for anything but brightly coloured baubles. Admittedly, I did nothing to dismiss accusations of flippancy by sticking my legs in the air for an impromptu photoshoot on the boardroom table. It was fun at the time.
Bear in mind though that what you see of me and my shoes in this blog is what I want you to see of me. The shoes that you have seen this week are the sparkling snow clad mountain top that pokes up over a shoe collection that also includes sandals, flip flops, sandshoes and other entirely unglamourous things. By writing about brightly coloured shoes and boots though this week, I have been distracting myself from focussing on how far away my family is and how bereft that makes me feel.
The distance between Sydney and Paisley is something that I feel more keenly every year. Every year is a year closer to losing one and then finally both of my parents forever. Also, this year more than anything else in the world I want to hold my 4 month old niece Rachel in my arms.
The greatest gift that I could have is the opportunity to nuzzle the side of her head where the hair is suede soft, to breathe in that exquisite sweet smell that babies until they start eating solids; to hug my sister and my parents hard and tell they are amazing.
So, please people – this Christmas please refrain from moaning about your families, as Rick Morton so eloquently puts it
The simple, sad fact of the matter is if you have a family, you are already doing better than most.
And spending the day with them on Christmas is a novelty indeed.
And so on Christmas Eve I have chosen to reveal possibly my favourite pair of sandals. These are simplest and most comforting sandals that I could find to wear. My Mum chose and bought for me with love on a trip to Israel a long time ago.
Now do me a favour – as soon as you can after reading this go do a wee bit of yoga for me, it will only take five minutes. Find someone that you love – ask them for a hug. As you hug them attend to being in the moment of that hug. Don’t think about anything else or let anything distract your attention. While you hug that person remember that every single one of us is loved like crazy by someone else. It is possible in a hug to find a moment of eternity and if you find it, let me know.
Happy Christmas x