so finally a word of the holidayness of it all. I'm not sure what all to say of this season of celebration... there has been so much... So much to be thankful for, so many incredibly generous gifts, so much fun with our fam and friends and so many things to do...but, then there has also been the awareness of those we love who no longer walk this beautiful earth who loved this season soo much... how can hearts and minds not linger there and feel that loss again? this season has been beautiful and achy too. and somehow it is not easier to say nothing of these things.
Somehow I think all the holidays would be a little more meaningful and real if we did more talking about not only the shiny brilliant sparkly beauty of our the holiday pomp, but also the parts of our selves that seem to rise to the surface of these times.... the hurt and longing and holes we have inside us. Perhaps these things are so much more universally relevant....
And you know... without them, so many moments would go unsavored... like the quiet simplicity of seeing our children asleep under a Christmas tree, the glory of a bright, clear winter day made for a good walk, or the constant help and support of the one that knows us the most. These are things that make my heart and soul stir and lead me in the right direction this time of year... to the one, constant, unchanging source of rebirth, grace and unconditional love.
My heart is grateful.
