“Adoration is made out of a solitary soul occupying two bodies.”
Aristotle
…the sea…it is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.”
I am ending this year with the signing of One World: A Journey of Becoming for pre-orders, then boxing them up with the gift of a greeting card and a bookmark. They mail on January 2.
What a year it has been, words that come to me as I reflect back to January. A year of deep loss and a year of birthing anew. A year of war and violence and a year of love and care expressed in unexpected ways. A year of new people entering my life and a year of saying goodbye to others.
I am currently reading the book Cosmogenesis: An Unveiling of the Expanding Universe by Brian Swimme gifted to me by Leo. I feel delight and find awe in the image of “primal light” he offers, light that is all around and in us from the beginning of time and has traveled from fourteen billion light years away to us, now. He speaks beautifully of all life evolving, including each of us as we are never separate from the universe. In my words, we are becoming.
I invite you to read Brain Swimme for mind expansion. I invite you to order and read One World: A Journey of Becoming for heart and mind contemplation.
They arrive at noon bearing food and gifts, bringing love and light within their hearts for all to share, whether laughter or tears, cookies or bread, it’s all spread about, as we mark forty-seven years of opening our door on this night, to celebrate the birth of Jesus, our family tradition.
Some of us are church goers, others do not partake, but the truth of this is, it matters not, as we celebrate the light, shining within each heart. Some days it dims as the weight of loss pushes down, but we know it is here, as we spread hugs all around.
Our oldest was two when it all began; now, new little boys toddle in laughter with visions of play. We lost a generation through these years, yet time brings new babes as life’s story gets told.
The light of solstice, the light of the Christ, the light found in Buddha, and Amma, a Hindu saint, whether the Tao, or the Bhagavad-Gita, the Tanakh, the Bible, the words from the Koran, or of our dear mother earth, I am formed by it all, in truth profound.
What rests at the core: love, compassion, wisdom, and giving as we are able. For me, the true message for us to gain. Welcome arms open to all, each in their own spirit found. May our oneness be proclaimed, at this, our blessed table.
Winter Solstice arrives, we breathe a sigh, light returns, measured in seconds until, once again, we feel the joy of illumination.
This season sings of radiance, candles are lit, twinkle lights abound, menorah, manger, sun, all symbols for our fascination.
Opening doors hearts, we find the light, hidden within all along, now bidden, we are never without, our true celebration.
A re-blog from Dec. 2022.
May we breathe peace into chaos, may we enjoy harmony in our encounters. Wishing us all joy in our days and serenity in our nights. May every day be seen as holy as we radiate light into this world.
Winter Solstice arrives,
we breathe a sigh,
light returns,
measured in seconds
until, once again, we
feel the joy
of illumination.
This season sings
of radiance,
candles are lit,
twinkle lights abound,
menorah, manger,
sun, all symbols for
our fascination.
Opening the door
of our hearts,
we find the light,
hidden within
all along, now bidden,
we are never without,
our true celebration.
May we breathe peace into chaos, may we enjoy harmony in our encounters. Wishing us all joy in our days and serenity in our nights. May every day be seen as holy as we radiate light into this world.