24 December 2015

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,                          stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?                                                   It came without ribbons. It came without tags.                                                     It came without packages, boxes or bags.                                                               And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.                                         Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.                                 What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.                               What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.                                                    ~Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

I’m eating lots of food these days.  I’m drinking plenty of fluids, though I confess not all of it is water.  Sometimes my breathing gets shallow or stiff, but when I put my mind onto bringing a primary nutrient of air into my lungs, I invite love in, too.  And like a child cuddled, I am soothed and nourished, aware that love is as quietly present as air.

I hope your Christmas has plenty of boxes with ribbons, lots of good things to eat and drink and oodles of that little bit more.

Thank you for being here.  Your love in the world and your presence here mean a tremendous deal to me.  With hugs and love to you all, merry merry Christmas.