The holiday season is so full of juxtapositions. I noted this as I walked through the “working gardens” of the Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens. The outer ledge of a decrepit shed displayed a festive red-capped gnome alongside a plump bird companion. They seemed delighted to oversee the grounds.
A crimson and yellow machine, having seen better days, still gave off a certain rustic charm.
A couple of latches reminded me how the holidays can make me feel penned in. Expectations float in the air: the desire for gifts, perfection, familial love. Moving toward my inner spirit is what calms this sense of being trapped.
I passed pairs of hinges. Hmm. Such devices allow both closing and opening. Perhaps I needed to open myself to the joy the season can bring.
As I contemplated this, I became oblivious to my surroundings—until a brilliant, magical chair beckoned me to enjoy its presence. It felt like God welcoming me with open arms—a tender gesture of embrace. Isn’t that Christmas in a nutshell? The fragile vulnerability of the Christ child, arms raised, ready to be held and loved?
All photos © Sondra Sula.