Martha Stewart Glitter and a Holiday Wish

Happy Holiday Snow Babies!

Ok…snow babies up north! I am now in the land of no snow for the holidays. I have had to chuckle a little at these southern folk. Last week the Universe did blow a little cosmic dandruff down upon us all. Stores closed early, traffic went nuts, milk and bread flew off the shelves and all my little friends did precious  happy dances as they threw handfulls of sand on the ground with all the care and love they could muster.

Me…I was cracking up and over happy because I’d not had need to really put on my coat yet. Ahhh..the south. 🙂 I am truly grateful. I know back in the Bluegrass, folks are shoveling and pinching their behinds together to try to stay upright on the ice. I have always said that I believe the people from places that get wintery weather probably have the best booties in the world from all of the butt clenching they have to do on the ice. I fully expect some saggage come spring from lack of working it. Oh well, everything has it’s downside, especially backsides.

But, I have to say that as much as I hate getting out in that slushy, slippery, cold as a well diggers boots weather…twinkle lights on houses just don’t look the same without seeing them through the fog of your breath. I suppose I had never noticed that I was my own special effect generator for holiday memories, but that seems to be the case.  This year, I actually noticed when I could see my breath. In fact, I think it was the first time I played with my freezer breath since I was in elementary school…pretending I was smoking with all my girls, doncha know.

Wintery weather was always special as a child. My knees didn’t hurt back then and I rarely had to shovel or scrape a windshied, so it was big fun. But the best part was that it marked a very a special time of year. When you are a kid, it is all about the lights and the special programs on tv and presents…yes the presents. As an adult it is still a special time. Time for magic and bad sweaters. It is that wonderful month when being tacky is smiled at instead of frowned upon. It is also a time to gather close friends to you and tell them that you love them and appreciate them.

It is also a time for disappointment and resentment and stress and sorrow. Sorry, I know I poured cold water on the warm fire of the blog, but I want to extend a wish. The holidays can be hard on people. I am finding that this year, it is a little hard on me. So many people that I have spent holidays with are no longer close to me, or have gone their own way. I thought about them all as I put the Martha Stewar glitter balls on my tree. I remembered my daughter as a small child being excited as I strung lights. I remember being a small child myself and being excited as my mother strung her lights. So I am sending out love to all of you and a wish for the holidays.

It is my wish that each and every one of you reading this knows that you are loved. You are a fabulous creation made of that same spiritual DNA as Spirit. You are love. Please remember that as you struggle and hurry to make sure that your loved one’s have all the sugar plum dreams and tasty and lovely realities….you need to love yourself through it too. Be kind to you. Don’t forget to check in with yourself and make sure you are okay. If you aren’t, then make an adjustment. Call someone that you love and tell them how you feel. Call a friend and say Happy Holiday….or put on a tacky sweater and go on a hunt for the most ridiculously decorated house. If you want some company, call me. It is my favorite thing to do, and I think I am wearing out Sondra. 🙂

( She has been a really good sport about it, honestly.)

So as I close out this blog, I am sending big giant sparkly love wrapped in twinkle lights and dusted with Martha’s glitter…it really is the best. From my home to your’s…..Happy Holiday’s and all the best for 2011.

Sincerely and from the bottom of my size 4x heart,



Published by Susan Rushing

I am a professional psychic/medium in Atlanta Georgia. I am a firm believer in that this life and living is all about love.

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