Mellandagarna, the in between days…Snugly engineered to fit into the narrow space between two major festivities.
Some days of welcome slacking after an entire month of momentum-building a la suedoise. A month of December full of saffron rolls, ginger bread, concerts, mulled wine, work parties, anticipation and logistics, gives way to the new beginning, lurking around the corner. Time to lean back, slip into something more comfortable, start on a new book, or just be.
This ebbing out of the holiday rush must be a relief for all those who find holidays depressing. I can relate to that – I am always disappointed at how fast Christmas is over. I am often left with a feeling of dissatisfaction.
I believe that as grown ups we are still hoping to re-live some kind of magic experienced in childhood. Spending unspoiled time with family, going through the excitement of opening presents and then taking in the crisp feeling of things new would work for me as a little girl.
Now, I am, as many others, redefining Christmas. New things are not that tempting, and heaps of food feels out of place. Curbing expectations and cutting down on things of little importance make all the more sense.
Because it is true: it takes a certain elasticity to expand to the holiday mode/mood and then go back to normality without sacking. That capacity is not to be taken for granted – hence the ground for the season’s blues.
For thousands of years, in the very core of all traditions, wether pagan or Christian, this time of the year has been dedicated to light as a life-giving source. And that is not to be forgotten. Our everyday life takes place in a wonder-land made of carbon-based molecules nurtured by the sun. Cod-liver oil is just another tangible proof of that fact.
These days in the end, are about feeling light and alive. Whether this sensation manifests over a traditional dinner with friends and family, in church, in silent contemplation, or at a sunny beach in Thailand it is all the same.