One of the wonderful things of writing here
is when a post comes up from last year
or the year before
it is equally enjoyable for me to revisit
me
and the nice thing is, it always confirms the nature of
light and shadow, sunshine and cloud
that flow with me
or I
with
it
familiar patterns that help me to recognize
the light will always
return
and more to my reasons for sharing my words
I know well, I am not the only one
maybe you too
might need just that little
reminder of a
spark
to keep you bright
I send out a message to my beloveds
‘Now collecting letters to Santa’
from two I receive almost instant replies
one more trickles in
last night my son hands over his
‘Stressmas Wish List’
it is labelled so because he doesn’t like to ask for things
and I know exactly where he get this
not with regards to his own well being
but just in the need for
extra things
gifts and such
I hope this means that we have managed to keep the joys of Christmas
simple
in our family
(I believe it does)
I am currently still muddling through my own kind of
Stressmas Wishes
financial worries for the season (as always)
the inevitable work related Christmas Parties to come
and sands through the hour glass
travelling far too fast
foot searching for the brake
‘Tis the season..
they say
sights, sounds, smells, crowds
and go,go go ..
Are you finished, Are you ready, Are you going???
sometimes make me want to sit, fingers in ears
and
hum (…can’t hear yoooooou..)
of course there are aspects of it
that I do love, also the sights, sounds and smells
and we always get there, somehow
so it is
I remind myself to breathe
deeply and
fully
to go within when I need to (see* most always)
and always
to be
open
to remind myself of
sky
to quietly enjoy the sunshine, and the birds
fresh crisp
air
a squirrel who thinks he has found the perfect hiding spot
busy scratching tiny hand like paws
to stop and watch a leaf as it twist and twirls
on the wind
to look for and to find
lasting bits of colour on my rose
to admire the strength of plants standing
in frozen animation under a tree
and be humoured by
the still sly smile
of a pumpkin by the post
even when I have it all scrambled up with December-ish stress
like a tangle of Christmas lights
inside
I can still feel the joys when they touch me
slowly spreading their
wings
“I have a heart with room for every joy.”
says, Philip James Bailey
because I find,
no matter where you are
when you practice a
living
gratitude
when you make the room
for
joy
it tends to do its own involuntary
bubbling
up
*whispers .. it will find you .. ♥
