The Art of the GiftA Poem by Marie Anzalonethoughts on gift-givingSelecting:
Do you give the gift because you have to, or because the gift wants to be given? For a true gift yearns for its owner, the way a dog selects its master; Pick it up. Embrace it. Caress it lightly with fingertips, tactile little portals to the sublime that they are! Smell it, let it slide against skin, admire it. See if it truly has resonation with the soulprint of the recipient? Does it meet: an unknown want, an unacknowledged desire, a lack? Or will simply light up a face with joy, or gratitude, or remembrance? Can you picture- eyes wide with delight smiles and laughs and sighs and coos; thoughtful nods, enlightenment, or even merry mischief? Perchance the giving meets another's need- which is fine, too; all gifts are unmet needs of the whole: maker, giver, recipient. Through giving, we know better of compassion, yearning, and comfort.
Giving:
Sometimes, anonymous is best- no awkwardness, no hidden agendas- just a gift that wants to be given. That's all. Other times- bells and whistles and cheers and a flourish, from behind your back, presented in front of an admiring crowd; nothing but the most grand will do! Or quietly, gently, as the most important gifts usually are delivered, in whispered tones and murmers by firelight. Or, just drop by a neighbor's house, unasked, and leave a smile and small token of passing. Just enough for reminding us of seemingly forgotten arts of thoughtfulness, mulled like spiced cider and aged to perfection.
Receiving: Take a lesson from those too poor to be proud- like the Maya women with their 8 children in one-room homes, and drop whatever you are doing, to accept the proffered and the giver alike: both hands, outstretched, palm up. Not greedy; just grateful, appreciative. Make a fuss (but not too grand) over the presentation; more for the giver. A hug, kiss on the cheek, clasped arm; then for the sake of all that is good- offer some hospitality in return. Do not say, "I am not worthy of your gift", or that the gift is not worthy of you. Lest ye offend the givers of light and life the world round. We are all worthy, not least the lesser among us- And what is a gift for but to acknowledge the undying and the sacred; things seen and unseen, limited and beyond bounds. Timeless, like the essence of the most perfect gift itself.
© 2010 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on December 16, 2010Last Updated on December 21, 2010 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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