Christmas has come and gone.
In the end, it was a lovely holiday. Contemplative, actually, in a high church/advent-y sort of way.
The days leading up to the solstice were dark, interminable, foreboding. But once that longest night of the year passed, I felt within myself the coming of new light. I got into the spirit of things. I enjoyed shopping, bustling around finding creative gifts for my family and friends.
This year's holiday was very different for me. My life has profoundly changed on so many levels. I have had extraordinary, phenomenal adventures over the past few months. It humbles me to consider them, actually.
Christmas proved to be a continuing unfolding of that blood red rose of soul. I like a famous other, found myself on the occasion of this particular holiday 'treasuring up all these things and pondering them in my heart'.
I spent a fair amount of time alone but not lonely, and a wonderful amount of time enjoying the company of family and friends. My holidays were not marred with anxiety, or hangovers, or resentment. I felt grateful to be present.
As the year shuffles to a close, I sense a wondrous poetry about things. Joy and serenity keep me quiet, bright company. I am (incredibly) not afraid...
Passion, beauty, and love, folks--24 hours at a time...
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