It felt strange to Construct this little bit of holiday decoration. I kept hearing a voice sarcastically say:
I hope my dying won’t ruin your Christmas.
Of course it will ruin the holidays. I replied. I am terrified for what may happen December Fifth. If anyone tries to remove the Indigenous People, the water protectors from their camp, how can any of us celebrate the holidays. Though I can not travel there, my spirit stands with Standing Rock.
Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Man
But Christmas is a strange holiday. Though it is celebrated by Christians the world over, its roots are unmistakably Pagan. The tree I made with lights, is in my heart symbolic of the trees my Druidic ancestors would have worshiped and of the Tree of Life that is present in ancient religions all over the world. Yggdrasil my Norse ancestors called it.
When my Druidic and Germanic ancestors were converted to Christianity, they kept faith with the Tree of Life by making it part of the Christmas Holiday. Thus they kept alive a tiny portion of my own lost Indigenous culture.
It is for those ancestors I light these lights. In prayer for peace, I remember we were all an Indigenous People somewhere once. The star atop stands for the hope that:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
- The Wrong shall fail,
- The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Please don’t let anyone die, please.