As I travel on the island, I encounter many people who naturally respond to me as I've interviewed a few thousand people in my lifetime. One of these people was Mac, whom I met one day this December at Granny's. Mac tells me, "I'm just trying to stay out of the way." He also complains of his eyes, which ache. Because Sam and I stayed for a week in San Francisco with Meir Schneider, a man born blind who cured his sight and even drives a car, I knew a few things to tell him - tricks I'll share at Nirvana when my yoga classes begin there in January.
I've also met a couple more people who tell me how overcommercialized the season is now, compared to the years before credit cards. "There's no Jesus left in Christmas," says one lady. "They've taken him out of it!" Another lady says: "I wish it was like the 50s. We dressed up then. You just gave what you could; none of this going in debt."
I myself have fallen prey to negativity regarding the Christmas season, so I listen compassionately, feeling like I am listening to an older version of myself, words I knew as my own long ago. Today, I am absolutely rejoicing in the season. The transformation could happen to anyone.
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