As a result of life is a cosmos of connection, as a result of to be alive is to be in relationship with the world, as a result of (in the immortal phrases of John Muir) “after we strive to pick something by itself, we discover it hitched to all the pieces else within the universe,” how we relate to something is how we relate to all the pieces. There’s at all times a selection in the way in which we orient to any object of consideration — an individual, a follow, a tune, a stone: the selection to consecrate or commodify the item, to routinize or ritualize the connection.
Take the Christmas tree. Rooted in pagan solstice rituals that made the evergreen an emblem and a celebration of resilience and everlasting life, the trendy Christmas tree originated in present-day Germany, across the time Kepler was formulating the legal guidelines of planetary movement whereas defending his mom in a witchcraft trial — that liminal epoch between the age of superstition and the age of science, which, like all transitional instances, confused humanity’s potential to grasp itself and its place within the universe. In such instances, the ready-made solutions collapse and actuality itself turns into an area for energy struggles. The Catholic church started splintering alongside the fault strains of conflicting ideologies, hurling the Western world into countless spiritual wars. With the necessity to reaffirm the foundational biblical myths, the bare Christmas tree emerged as an analogue of the tree anchoring Adam and Eve’s story.
It was Martin Luther who, along with his genius for promoting salvation that powered the Protestant Reformation, dressed the tree within the symbology of the immortal soul — legend has it {that a} stroll by a starlit forest impressed him to adorn the Christmas tree with lights to represent the celebrities, regarded as immortal. (We’d finally lean on Kepler’s science to comprehend that we’re solely alive as a result of stars die.)
Abruptly, right here was one thing individuals may take into their houses to maintain their religion and lightweight up their harsh winter nights with the heat of belonging, their war-torn lives with the promise of immortality.
Nevertheless it took one other quarter millennium and the start of mass media for the Christmas tree to depart the spiritual realm and colonize secular life: In 1848, an engraving of the younger Queen Victoria and her German cousband Albert appeared in The Illustrated London Information — the world’s first illustrated weekly journal — depicting the royal couple delighting in a lavishly embellished Christmas tree.
The picture went, because it had been, viral — papers throughout the British Empire reprinted it, sparking a craze for the bedazzled conifer, making it an emblem of the 2 issues human nature most yearns for: love and energy. Inside a century, capitalism — the faith of our epoch, predicated on packaging our yearnings and promoting them again to us on the worth of the product — had product of the Christmas tree a commodity, grown like industrial corn and disposed of as rubbish.
So right here we discover ourselves going through that selection of how you can relate to the Christmas tree, nested inside which is the selection of how you can relate to our lives on this world we now have not chosen for ourselves however should reside in — the selection during which lie our energy and our freedom. To seek out on this commodity the vestige of one thing historic and true is to reclaim love because the counterweight to consumerism and the that means of our mortality.
That’s what Brian Doyle — who wrote so movingly about how you can reside a miraculous life simply earlier than dying took him on the peak of his powers — invitations in a brief, splendid piece titled “Muttered Prayer in Thanks for the Underneath-Genius of Christmas,” a part of his altogether fantastic Guide of Unusual Prayer: 100 Celebrations of the Miracle & Muddle of the Bizarre (public library). He writes:
Placing up ye outdated fir tree final evening, and pondering why once more we slay a wonderfully wholesome tree ten years of age, not even a youngster but, and prop up the physique, and drape it with frippery… I noticed the quiet pleasure of formality, the precise no-kidding no-fooling urge to pause and take into consideration different individuals and their pleasure, the anticipation of days spent laughing and shouldering within the kitchen, with no agenda and no press of responsibility. I noticed the flash of peace and love below all of the shrill promoting and tinny theater; and I used to be thrilled and moved. After which I remembered too that the ostensible cause for all of it was the Love being daring and courageous sufficient to imagine a type that might bleed and break and despair and die; and I used to be once more moved, and abashed; and I completed untangling the epic knot of lights, shivering but once more with happiness that we got such a candy horrible knot of a world to untangle, as finest we will, with bumbling love. And so: amen.
This “bumbling love” that consecrates the commodified ritual is, ultimately, what consecrates any relation, what returns us to the unique accountability of being alive — one thing Doyle addresses in one other of his “unusual prayers,” aimed on the Catholic Church and its “thirst for management and guidelines and energy and cash fairly than the one easy factor the founder insisted on.” Centuries and civilizations after Rumi versed the artwork of selecting love over not-love, Doyle writes:
Granted, it’s a troublesome project, the unique project. I get that. Love — Lord assist us, may we not have been assigned one thing simpler, like astrophysics or quantum mechanics? However no — love these you can’t love. Love those that are poor and damaged and fouled and soiled and sick with sores. Love those that want to strike you on each cheeks. Love the blowhard, the pompous ass, the boastful liar. Discover the Christ in every coronary heart, even these. Preach the Gospel and provided that mandatory speak about it. Be the Phrase. It’s straightforward to advise and pronounce and counsel and recommend and lecture; it’s not really easy to do what have to be accomplished with out typically shrieking. Convey love like a brilliant weapon towards the darkish… And so: amen.
This fashion of relating is, in fact, a countercultural act of resistance, evocative of Leonard Cohen’s antidote to anger and of Walt Whitman’s instruction for all times — resistance to cynicism and all the opposite species of despair, resistance to the ability struggles that fray the cosmos of connection, resistance to something and anybody who has forgotten and is attempting to make us neglect that the key of life is solely to love anyway.
