Savoring the
Spirit of
Christmas
Christmas
has come and gone. Beautiful people from
Newtown, CT are sadly gone too; people who never got to celebrate Christmas in
2012. My acts of kindness done to honor their
birth, their lives, their hopes and dreams are all completed.
Since the
spirit of Christmas parallels giving and loving, I’ve decided my final 'act' will be keeping my little Christmas tree up all year as a reminder to keep loving. I may ‘plant’ the tree in a box of sand, decorate it with shells and sand dollars over the summer, but the tree itself and
the tiny white lights will be my reminder to be kind. And cherish life. Life is short; we have so little
control, so why not love? And savor life! Mine, yours, ours.
People ask me if I feel different having done this? Absolutely! I’ve
expanded in soul and capacity to love. I have a greater awareness of the issues
surrounding this particular act of violence, and violence in general.
I discovered
all kinds of responses to Sandy Hook: love and forgiveness alongside mean-spiritedness
and outrage. Anger is thrown around with
pleas for lessening gun violence. Conspiracy theories dismiss the violence as a
hoax, a government plot to limit guns and control Americans. Such comments are posted on
the same page as precious memorial photos of happy children, their distraught
families, and prayers of comfort from friends and strangers. As Mr. Rogers advises children to look for the
helpers in times of trouble, I'm learning to follow the love when I feel despairing and helpless.
My initial response
to the tragedy in Newtown was immediate, visceral, and deep. Like an anguished howl
that starts in the gut, an ululation rending the quiet, a collective cry of
human despair erupting suddenly and without restraint. Usually I
guard against becoming overwhelmed by suffering and thus take regular breaks
from the news. When the Sandy Hook news
broke, something in me broke too, perhaps the wall that separates me from ‘other’. I do not claim to know what it’s like to lose
a child or anyone from an act of violence, but I am beginning to know unity,
that which happens to another happens to all of us on some level.
I needed
reassurance that love is stronger than fear, desperation, hate and violence. I
needed to find and follow love and kindness.
So I eagerly
accepted Ann Curry’s invitation to do 26 acts of kindness in honor of the
victims. I also knew I would do 28. Just as I felt collective anguish over this
senseless tragedy, I experienced joy, innocence, hope, beauty and inspiration though
getting to know, even a tiny bit, these delightful children and the teachers
that died protecting them. I was and still am inspired by following their stories, their memorial pages, and the outpouring of love from others doing similar acts of kindness or just posting comforting words.
My life
is so much richer. My capacity to hold and experience love, hope and joy is
equal to my capacity to hold and experience empathy, compassion and suffering.
Each victim’s name is all our names.
Each precious face is my face and yours. I know of no other fitting tribute than
to keep on being kind and following love!
Joyfully,
Sharon
For those who requested a complete list of all 28 acts of kindness,
this is for you:
1. Kindness in memory of Charlotte
Bacon, 6yrs old: I allowed Massey to sit at the table and 'supervise' the
farmer opening mail. I usually make the dog get away from the table. I wish I
would have known if dear little Charlotte liked dogs, but even if she didn't,
she might have smiled over a dog sitting at the table.
4. In loving memory of Rachel Davino,
29yrs old, I send a package to a hospitalized friend and her dog that misses
her. What a beautiful smile you have, Rachel! The world is breathless over the
gift you gave - your very life to protect the children. I heard your chocolate
lab keeps looking for you; I'm glad I sent my friend's dog some cookies as he
waits for her to come home. Saying many prayers for your fiancé, your family,
and the dog that misses you.
7. In honor
of Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 6yrs old, who
loved singing, writing notes to put under parent's pillows, and Bible verses, I
hid 3 notes with prizes in 3 different stores thanking workers who stock store
shelves. Included in the note- 1 verse from Deut 30 (…choose life!) and one
prayer: In honor of Ana, may you be
awakened to the joy. Celebrate your life! Seek joy each day; look anywhere and
everywhere. Ana, your
voice is exquisite! Thanks for sharing it with so many in your six glorious years
of life.
8. In loving memory of Catherine
Hubbbard, 6yrs old, who loved animals, I donated a bag of cat food to a
farm with cats and stocked some bird feeders in the neighborhood. Catherine, as
a fellow animal lover, I love your compassion for furry and cuddly creatures.
Your sweet smile and gorgeous red hair is surely making heaven a lot brighter.
I pray for your family as they grieve not having you with them. I hope to
foster more puppies in your honor too and thus fill this world with a little
more brightness and love.
9. Dylan Christopher Jack Hockley
loved purple. I'm wearing purple right now, Dylan, in your honor. Words and
tears can't really express my emotions as I read about you Dylan and fell in
love with your story. You were such a joy to those that knew you and whatever
form your little spirit is in, I'm sure you are still full of joy! I felt
freshly sickened last night over the loss of innocent lives such as yours, perhaps
because I spent the day laughing, hugging, kissing and interacting with my
precious grandchildren...one is 5yrs old, only a year younger than you. You
died in the arms of a beloved teacher; I too, want to be a safe haven in this
world. That will be my ongoing act of kindness in your honor. I will keep
opening my heart to others in empathy, kindness, reverence as I listen deeply
to their stories.
10. In loving memory of Mary
Sherlach, 56 yrs., school psychologist who relished helping children
overcome their problems, I donated money to the Maryland Special Olympics. May
your love of helping children live on Mary, in many acts of kindness done in
your name.
12. In loving memory of Dawn
Hochsprung, 47, full of life, a hero in death, I am spending time today
praying for women in Syria as a prominent Saudi cleric has issued a fatwa (a
religious ordinance) that calls for the gang rape of Syrian women 14 and older.
When I feel helpless to make a change in the world, when I lament my inability
to work actively toward social justice, I will remember you Dawn. You simply
lived your calling, gave your heart, and gave your life to protect the
innocent. There is no better way to live. I am not powerless when I sit on my
meditation cushion, send love and healing into this world, or prayerfully stand
in solidarity with those who suffer. I really do believe Love wins. In your
honor Dawn, and in honor of women and children everywhere, I join those
covering Syrian women in a prayer field. I can only hope this prayer field
helps evolve the men too; my heart also breaks for such misguided men.
13. In loving memory of Chase
Kowalski, 7yrs old, I shared the goodies in our CSA box. Full of ruffled
spinach, colorful chard, carrots, potatoes and other such life giving
vegetables, opening the box and discovering what's inside is like opening a
Christmas gift every week. For me anyway! If you were a typical boy, you
probably didn't like veggies that much. Still, it sounds like you were as full
of life as my box of nutritious garden food. Perhaps if you played baseball, biked,
and finished a triathlon you were a healthy eater! It's hard to believe a small
boy accomplished so much, even harder to realize you are gone from this world
already. Thank you for your energy, your enthusiasm for life. You lived well,
young Chase, and you will not be forgotten.
16. In loving memory of Allison
Wyatt, 6, who often surprised others with acts of kindness, I tried to
spread kindness around today. Allison, the world is a lot darker since your
shining smile, art-making, and sweet nature are gone. I wonder about the art
work you might have done as you grew up and mourn the loss of you and your love
of beauty. In your honor, I cashed in my stash of coins to purchase flowers for
my studio so my clients can have a brighter, more colorful hour with me. I
chatted with a lonely women in the parking lot of Giant (something I seldom do)
didn't cough in public (not easy!), sanitized my hands every 15min not wanting
to spread any lingering germs, bought potatoes and bread for my daughter at
Roots Farmers' market and allowed a young mom with kids to have a parking space
close to the buildings. Praying for your family, Allison...may they find beauty
and color in surprising places and thus know your spirit lives on.
17. In loving memory of Caroline
Previdi, age 6, who was such a giving child, I put a couple dollars in an
envelope and taped it to the blockbuster box at Sheetz. Caroline, you'd laugh
if you saw me squirm when I got 'caught' by the box attendant. We chatted and I
told her about you. She left the envelope there. You are such a sweetheart
breaking your piggy bank last year to buy toys for needy kids. Only five then,
and already you are more kind than a lot of adults. I heard you wanted a camera
for Christmas so you could take photos of everyone; perhaps now you can really
'see' those you love and inspire them with loving kindness spirit to spirit!
Love your happy bouncy-kid face on your photo - rest in peace sweet little
angel.
18. In loving memory of Emilie
Parker, 6, who loved the simple things in life, I made a delicious mint-
parsley- cucumber-fresh pineapple-banana-coconut water smoothie and shared it
with a friend. Emilie, you are precious! Everyone says what a delightful child
you were. You loved teaching your sisters how to read and dance, and they came
to you for hugs and kisses if they fell down. You remind me of my granddaughter,
who also loves ballet dancing and being a big sister. You have inspired many to
be joyful and loving too. My mom would have called you a 'doll baby' - that was
her term of endearment for all sparkling, beautiful babies and children. I know
your family is finding joy from having you for those 6 precious years, just as
your memory and spirit is surely spreading joy even now. Whenever I see pink, I
will remember you and pray for your family.
19. In loving memory of James
Mattioli, 6, who loved life and singing at the top of his lungs, I played
my favorite song really loud in the car on the way to the park. I got up
grouchy this morning, James. I didn't really feel like doing an act of kindness
or reading about the lives lost at Newtown. When I stumbled upon your name, I
knew you had a message for me. You were so full of life, loved singing,
cuddling with your mom, eating, and being outside. Wow, all my favs too! You often
said to your mom, "I need to go outside; I need fresh air." I feel
the same way James, so in your honor, I took a walk by my favorite creek, then
went to the kid's playground where I hid a small jar with coins inside. And
notes that said "Love life! Sing loudly! I'm grateful for the 6 years of
James Mattioli's life. God bless all dear children- humanity's greatest
teachers." I put the jar under a sliding board where a child will find
money for his or her piggy bank. After a walk and a kindness, I feel happy!
21.
In loving memory of Noah Pozner, 6, youngest child slain at Newtown, I
put a surprise for the farmers in the empty CSA box I returned. Noah, you were
so young, yet quite a charming young man. I can’t imagine your family's loss,
or how much your twin sister misses you. Your aunt said memories of you bring
comfort to your family. She said you would want everyone to be happy. So I
dedicate my smile inducing surprise-in-the-box to you, Noah. I sure hope the
organic chocolate bars, a box of herbal tea and a note of thanks to the farmers
for their hard work brought some smiles, some happiness. I will keep doing
these kindnesses Noah, and I will remember you and your family. You were so
loved, so loving and now you are surrounded by perfect Love.
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23. Nancy and Adam Lanza My Jan
10, 2013 blog was in memory of Nancy and Adam.
Here is a brief summary on kindnesses done: 1. After educating myself on all sides of the
gun issue I wrote letters to our president and my local government
representatives. I am not very political and seldom write such letters. 2. My
husband and I locked up the 22 rifle, safe from grandchildren and made sure the
shells/bullets for all the guns are stored in a different location. 3. I sent a
copy of the book Real Boys to a mother with a new son. I will keep giving this
book as a baby gift and will promote it as often as I am able. Our society is
failing boys at an alarming rate. This is one way I take responsibility to do
something, anything to help
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26. In loving memory of three exceptional teacher heroes, Anne Marie Murphy,
Victoria Soto, and Lauren Rousseau, who gave their lives protecting the
innocent, I am considering getting involved in North Star Initiative, an
organization dedicated to the restoration of victims of human trafficking
through the development of a restoration home that will address the holistic
needs of survivors of sex trafficking. Anne, Victoria, Lauren, I confess to
wanting to do something big in honor of your life and sacrifice, perhaps
volunteer and sign up for the "Intervene" training, but I’m just not
ready yet. It’s taken days to gain some clarity on this. I don’t want to act
out of do-gooder passion or even a hint of egoic need to look good or fix the
world. It is enough to notice my interest. (Much human trafficking is happening
in the heart of conservative Pennsylvania!) Perhaps I will write about
trafficking through stories and information pieces, perhaps I’ll donate money
or time once the house is done and populated. The only kindness I can promise
is to keep noticing this desire to be involved and ask for clarity, love,
wisdom, and God’s guidance.
27.
In loving memory of Jesse Lewis who grew up on a farm, loved animals and
horses, I walked around our farm today with gratefulness, fed my daughter's
horses and goats some of my home grown carrots, and fed the chickens some
sunflower seeds. I also transported a house spider to the barn instead of
killing it. And for my dogs, I bought them a treat puzzle (which they both
figured out in about 10seconds, shucks), and am working on teaching my dogs
more tricks to relieve them of winter boredom. Jesse, I'm astounded that you
tried to lead five of your classmates to safety; you took action rather than
staying hidden in the closet. My heart breaks for your family as I'm sure they
are both proud of your bravery and wish you would have stayed put. I'm glad
your dad finds some comfort knowing you are the kind of person, at age 6, who
chooses action and protecting others over personal safety. Your loving, yet
courageous life, inspires me.
28.
In loving memory of Avielle Richman,
6, I surprised a friend with Dove candy, and bought another friend a pair of
handmade earrings from iSanctuary made by survivors of human trafficking.
Avielle, you were quite the little darling, with as many smiles as curls in
your hair; how your family & friends must miss you! I wonder if your family
affectionately called you 'Avi' as I do my granddaughter, Avery. The similarity
of age and name made reading about your life especially poignant. Along with
honoring your passion for friendship, I decided to do something with your
favorite color- red. I donated red-labeled food items to a community collection
of food for Meals on Wheels clients that have high medicals bills. As I picked
each item off the store shelf, I prayed healing for your family. May they
always remember your sunny disposition, and may their memories be as bright as
the pink and red you loved.
