Good Christmas Day to all. To all good cheer, warmth and companionship.
A quieter holiday time this year, allowing a moment for the simpler pleasures in life to emerge. As those with the most tenuous of existence are celebrating with joy, we look to them as inspiration.
During this time of war, peace is found and I imagine peacefulness being hoarded into a small pile to be fanned, stoked, to envelope more hearts. In a miracle of human kindness, love, is by nature all around us. In that way, in a net of connection, those with the least in this season, inspire us. We are inspired to be more giving, more joyful as their joy doubles our own. Let it be acknowledged, this is a gift to us beyond measure, a veil of connection through love and life.
We are struggling to right the ship. We pause. We will take it up again but today, be restful but not at rest. Be joyful but not drunk with it, to feel it and the strength it is. Those gifts are within us, always, and not for this one day alone.
A childhood favorite bubbled up from my brain yesterday. A fragment, in its last lines, then more pieces as the images of the poem shapes emerged, allowing the words to drift back. Sharing here, in full.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The poem is by Robert Frost. Written in 1923, the tittle is, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.
Wishing you, yours and everyone, the blessings of the season. We are one family with many faces.
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Beautiful! Thank you!