12/24/2025
Wishing you the Warmest of Holiday Seasons
It’s that time of year, and my thoughts keep drifting to the Grinch…you know, the one with a heart “two sizes too small.”
We never really learn why his heart shrank. Dr. Seuss gives us a few funny guesses, but maybe the reason is simpler—and more familiar.
We come into this world through a very small doorway of consciousness.
In the process, through life’s experiences, we forget where we came from.
We forget our vastness, our belonging, our sovereignty.
A heart that once stretched across the stars can become tight and guarded.
And somewhere along the way, we also get lost in the wrapping paper and the lists and the expectations…and forget what Christmas was pointing to in the first place.
So the Grinch does what many wounded hearts do—he tries to control what feels too painful to face.
If joy feels out of reach, he’ll stamp it out.
If connection feels threatening, he’ll stay on the mountain.
And over time, control hardens into something else.
He becomes feared.
But beneath that fear—wasn’t there something quieter being asked?
See me.
Hear me.
Don’t overlook me…see my value.
Sometimes what looks frightening is really a heart protecting itself…a shield shaped by what it never learned how to receive.
And don’t our own children do this too?
When they feel unseen… they act out.
When they feel unheard… they get louder.
Not because they want attention—but because they need connection.
And didn’t many of us do the same?
Trying to be noticed by parents who loved us, but were overwhelmed.
Distracted by stress, responsibility, survival, or simply their own unhealed wounds.
So we learned, early on, how to get a response.
How to protect ourselves from disappearing.
How to build walls that felt safer than being ignored.
And when we forget who we are, separation can feel like safety.
And then comes the moment in the story that changes everything.
Before the singing… there is Cindy Lou Who.
Small.
Open.
Unarmored.
She looks up at the Grinch and asks Why he’s taking Christmas away—not with fear or judgment—but with innocence and sincerity.
She doesn’t try to fix him.
She simply “sees” him.
That’s often how joy returns—
not through more doing or having,
but through the voice of the inner child who still remembers what matters.
Later, when the Grinch hears the singing—
no gifts, no decorations, no feast—
it’s that same remembering echoing back to him.
Not joy from what we have…
but joy from who we are.
We’re told his heart grew three sizes that day.
The world didn’t change—he did.
If you look closely, it’s a map of the soul:
We forget our Source.
We get distracted by substitutes for love.
And then something small, true, and innocent—
a song, a moment, a remembering—
brings us home.
The Grinch isn’t a villain.
He’s a soul remembering.
So if this season stirs old feelings…
If part of you is quietly unsure how to receive all the love and light around you…
If you’re watching from the mountain instead of joining in…
Perhaps ask gently:
What did I come here to remember?
When did my heart learn it needed walls to feel safe—and what is it ready to receive instead?
And what are the younger parts within me asking for now—
to be held, seen, heard, and breathed with until they feel safe again?
The beautiful thing is—nothing real can ever be stolen.
Not love.
Not belonging.
Not the Divine spark within you.
Christmas still comes.
The Light still comes into the world.
And the Light still comes to you.
May you feel truly seen, deeply heard, and valued this Christmas season.
May the light of remembrance find the places that forgot how loved they are, bringing safety and allowing your heart to expand three sizes this Christmas too.
