Merry Christmas Fellow Steemians! I can’t say this was how I expected the first Christmas to be in our new home … because it's now just me and Sir Maxelot, as my partner, has had to leave for the Middle East to start his new role. Long story... hence my silence here while the proverbial was hitting the fan... But, in all honesty, I’ve had worse Christmases.

I think the worst one was my very last year with British Airways in 2012… as far as I was concerned it was the nail in the coffin for my 23 year flying career. I was sat in the Heathrow Terminal 5 hotel with a company phone on 45 minute notice of being called to work… for 3 days from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. Talk about stress… you start to imagine hearing the phone go off and even venturing out for coffee in the terminal becomes a game of roulette if the phone goes… because you have literally 45 minutes to be ready, checked out and mentally prepared and on the ball for wherever you’re being sent. There were a lot of other crew in the hotel on standby too, but we were all going through our own Christmas misery and no-one reached out for meeting up. Crew life can be amazing, but it can be a very lonely place too.
So today, I may have been on my own… but I was not lonely. I was in our lovely home and kept company by the unusually affectionate Sir Maxelot. Yup… he’s been leaning into me, coming for cuddles, sitting next to me on the sofa (admittedly taking up most of it) and being very ungrumpy. He’s doing really well considering his favourite human in the whole wide world isn't here.
My plan was to totally chill out and watch non-stop box sets. I downloaded some great dramas from i-player while back in Scotland last week and all of them have a time limit… so I’m up against the clock to get through them all. It’s tough work, but someone’s got to do it.
So Sir Maxelot and I started off Christmas by going for his morning walk in the fresh mountain air and warming sun… and we explored the lower terraces that MGM had thankfully extensively strimmed back not long before leaving. Lots of exciting new sniffs for The Max Boy… and I then treated myself to marmite on toast for breakfast (a treat because I’m not supposed to be eating bread) and he got an extra large portion of Christmas chicken. After getting the wood burning stove roaring, I settled down to watch the last couple of episodes of Little Drummer Girl… and cried at the love and the love lost…and the sad reality of hatred in our beautiful world. But something pushed me to then get a Santa hat on my head, and take some Christmas photos… which then led me to opening the bubbles and juicing some of the oranges from the Orgiva Tea Gardens to make a wee bucks fizz… which somehow led me to scrubbing the kitchen floor by the fridge which has weirdly starting freezing its contents… so while I was down there on my hands and knees in my Santa hat, I turned down the gauge and hoped for the best… which then somehow led me to tidying up the area around my caravan office where the old pergola poles had been getting in the way as you walk by the nearest olive tree… it’s a bit of a squeeze under the very low branches and a step down onto the lower terrace and I’ve been tripping over the poles and promising to move them for weeks now… which then led me to creating an easier ‘fence’ around the terrace because Sir Maxelot keeps wanting to come in the way that we’d blocked off to give him secure free space… which then led me to planting a baby aloe vera…. which then led me to watering all the plants in the porch… which then led me to tidying up some of the left over building materials lying around so the area around the house doesn’t look so messy…. which then led me to having another wee glass of bucks fizz while watching ‘A Very English Scandal’ with Hugh Grant… which then led me to having a massive coffee with chocolate croissant (almost not bread)… then I spied my friend and channel Patricia Iris Kerins had been on her facebook page with a Livestream for those that were on their own for Christmas… so I watched that… I was in stitches one minute and then in tears the next when she shared a healing with the Love that came through Jeshua and Mary Magdalene… it was incredibly beautiful… so I had another glass of bubbles without the orange juice because I couldn’t be arsed to squeeze them… watched another episode of the English Scandal and fell asleep on the sofa… for all of 20 minutes… had a love-in with Sir Maxelot… sat outside on the terrace for a bit… watched as angel clouds formed right in front of me… and Sir Maxelot came and went and was heart wrenchingly continually looking up the drive for My Man… so I reminded him again that his 'Dad' was definitely coming back…. and then immersed in the last episode of the Scandal and cried at that… then my partner called me again so we had a good chat about not a lot, because not a lot had happened since our last chat… but as the sun began to set I realised that I’d been saving myself for my veggie sausages with onions and mash all day and I was bliddy starving…. but before going in, I helped a bee that was in need and brought him some greenery to revive his energy… My thoughts turned to “Oh my God I would SO love a hot bath or even a shower… but that’ll have to wait till Thursday when Angel Aaron brings the plumber and replaces our boiler. Till then, it’s still bucket washes with water boiled on the cooker… but at least we’ve got the miracle of running water in the house. Thank you Universe!
When I got inside, I realised that I’d actually been resisting Christmas all day… not ignoring it as such, but just making it into another day, when it really isn’t. So I resolved to have a proper Christmas evening. I checked that I’d got enough Gigs left on our internet to stream some Christmas music… put the tinsel on the table, lit the candles, poured a glass of bubbles… threw together my dinner, lit my gorgeous Channelling Love candle (thank you Zing Organics!)… and then saw that my beautiful friend Jo Beth Young (aka the musician Talitha Rise who’s working and recording over Christmas with violinist Helen) had uploaded their own Silent Night carol, live from the White Springs in Glastonbury.
The White Springs is where I had one of the most profound spiritual experiences of my life… it’s a story for another day… but the love and energy held in their music opened the floodgates again and I couldn’t even finish my fave Linda McCartney sausages and mash. They weren’t tears of sadness though… they were tears of love and of feeling so held and connected to the Universe, that I cried even more… my heart was just bursting with love…. and then when another Merry Christmas WhatsApp came in from another friend, the tears flowed even more. Flippin hec! More bubbles for the girl… quick… before she gets too wuwuluvvyduvvy!
Definitely time for another boxset of grounding crime and drama.
Tonight, I am feeling truly blessed and surrounded in love. I miss My Main Man… and my heart goes out to him as he settles into a completely new chapter and working life over the coming months… but we are in this together and we have a vision that is getting stronger rather than falling away. And that’s the power of LOVE… and following your HEART.
And this is what Christmas is all about. Love. Oneness. And Peace.
So from my heart to yours… I wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and Feliz Navidad.
Love,
Sally xx
PS. Great big hugs to all my flying soul mates from over the years... I hope you're making the most of your Christmas, even if you are on QRS... Quick Response Standby.
PPS. My caramelised onions were naff… I really must learn how to cook.