Christmas Socks
Growing up, like most kids, Christmas was a magical time. I resided in a small home in Detroit, Michigan and right after Thanksgiving, every single year, my parents would get into a major argument while decorating. I can’t tell you how many times the Christmas tree was thrown out to the curb, ornaments and all, all because my dad couldn’t get the lights to work. Mom would cry and I would attempt to mediate while my brother ran out to the curb to gather what he could before the ornaments were stolen. Our next door neighbor, Aunt Ernie, would yell out the door for my parents to stop arguing. I can laugh at the antics now, but back then it was near tragic. Or at least I thought it was being all of 8 years old.
The holiday season meant time off of school, sledding, family and new socks. Yes, new socks. Our next door neighbor, Aunt Ernie, was an ornery red head that didn’t much like women, but put a man in front of her and she glowed. She also pretended that she didn’t like kids and yet we could see through her hard facade, especially when she would hand us candy and tell us to hide it or when she would set up summer time talent show just to see the neighborhood kids sing and dance. Or help us make lemonade when she would be our biggest customer. Aunt Ernie had a heart of gold and a spiked tongue. She worked long hours at the five and dime store in the cafeteria and let me tell you, she made a dynamite pulled pork sandwich. Every Christmas Eve, dressed in her stained shiny faux silk shirt and polyester pants, Aunt Ernie would came over with a pile of gaudy decorated boxes. Each one had a handmade bow and an array of ornaments tied on that nobody would ever think of putting on their tree. Inside the boxes were always socks. As kids we thought it was the most ridiculous gift ever, but my mom would tell us that one day we would miss them. It sounded like the silliest thing to my sister, brother and I. Why would we ever miss the annual socks?
When I was 21 years old I moved out of my childhood home and married my high school sweetheart, during what I truly felt was a magical season; Christmas. Instead of Aunt Ernie’s normal modest attire, this 70-something aunt by heart showed up at the church in a beautiful emerald velvet gown with a green bow in her auburn hair. And she wore the biggest smile on her face, so much that she shined. Her wedding gift to us was - socks. Aunt Ernie didn’t trust the medical community and so when she started to feel ill she ignored it no matter how persistent we were. It wasn’t long after my wedding that Aunt Ernie crossed over to be with her husband. It has been years since I thought of that annual gift. Not out of ungratefulness, but I am so emotional that perhaps something so tender to me was best left filed in my memory bank.
The last few months I have been feeling as if I had lost my own path. I love doing readings, but I feel like there is something more out there for me and I kept seeing angel’s wings whenever I meditated. I wasn’t so sure what the significance of that was, but I decided to ask for more validation. And patiently waited.
A few weeks ago an elderly lady came in for a reading. Her energy reminded me so much of my Aunt Ernie. Not only that, her husband in spirit who came through reminded me of her husband, Uncle Bill. I honestly didn’t think she liked her reading at all. She was very cross with me and she neither validated or invalidated anything I had to say, she just scowled. It was a reading that exhausted me to be perfectly honest. A few days afterwards, I went into the office on my off day and was retrieving my mail when our mail person handed me a small package. He said that a lady had dropped it off and he wasn’t sure how he was going to fit it in my box so the timing was good. The box was ornately decorated with a large glittery silver bell. I took it to my office and decided to unwrap it. Inside was a note that just said ‘Thank You’ from the client I didn’t think I had impressed. Underneath the tissue paper was a gift; a pair of socks with angels on them. My Christmas socks. My sign. I picked up my phone to call her with a return Thank You, only to get a message that the number was no longer in service.
My message, albeit long, is one that I hope finds you contemplating not only the simple things in life, but also the people that you find along your life journey. Was this client an earth angel or perhaps the spirit of my Aunt Ernie? Instead of feeling sad about the memory of my annual socks, I feel grateful and feel as if my angels, along with Aunt Ernie offered me more validation.
And so as I write this, I am wearing my angel socks and thanking the Universe for the signs. If you are feeling as if you are missing your path, ask your Guides and Angels for validation and then trust that they will help lead you back on the path. Maybe things aren’t working not because it isn’t the goal, but the path. Stay focused on the outcome and not how you think it will happen. Sometimes the path might not feel right, but it is the final destination that matters most of all. Embrace the fact that you are being guided. Your resistance is what causes the frustration and roadblocks. Let go. Release. Look past the weeds and uncertainty with the knowing that if you simply turn on the Angelic GPS, the way will be discovered.
I wish you each a magical holiday season filled with love, laughter, prosperity and many angels.
Love,
Kristy
You don’t have to sit in a yoga position for an hour to get the benefit of meditation. 15 minutes a day works fabulous and if you can’t fit in 15 minutes, start with 5. One thing that I love to do when meditating is implementing aromatherapy so that I can get to a quick relaxation. Utilizing lavender (for calming properties), sage (for cleansing abilities), or peppermint (for mental focus), can help improve your meditation practice. You can use smell sticks, incense or burn the actual herb. 
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