Walk differently, breathe.

Sea is rough, Sleet came down, showers ended. There was blue in Sky. Temperature risen slightly. Joni Mitchell singing. The river..as we drove. 

It's coming on Christmas

They're cutting down trees

They're putting up reindeer

And singing songs of joy and peace

Oh, I wish I had a river

I could skate away on

But it don't snow here

It stays pretty green

Fix your mind on nature, breathe different.
Listen to view of a poet, expressing lyrics better. 
Be exposed to force of the season.
Simply being elsewhere with other thoughts, close family and tracks of music.
God is here, paused waiting to be listened too.

So breathe better, the mad rush is not waiting for us. Be peaceful perhaps you can retreat. 
Perhaps others want to see if any will not be involved in such a rush to show greed at present time 
Perhaps you need to listen to some lyrics. Take some time out. Just a morning.
Spiritual you will be grateful. Dare l suggest some healing will occur.