In these days of falling temps and cold
clear air
With that inner heat of anticipation
For the coming holidays, coursing
through ourselves
That almost frantic activity of
expecting
To be everywhere, at the same time.
To try to please everyone, at the same
time,
And in doing so perhaps, forgetting the
original purpose of the day.
We occasionally stop, to remember other
things that are peaceful to us.
We welcome that radiating heat from the
woodstoves.
The crackling sounds from the fire
within it that are so deeply soothing.
The ticking sounds of the iron and steel
as it comes up to temperature.
The room slowly filling with the warmed
up air.
This becomes a welcome part
Of our morning chores.
To sit in front of the fire with our
morning coffee.
Those requests from long distance
friends.
Can you send me some of your Red Velvet
Whoopie Pies?
The planning an shopping.
Then that long afternoon of bustling
around the kitchen while cooking,
Bringing with it those associated smells
and wonderful aromas.
Quickly boxing them up, followed by that
trip to the UPS store.
The worry about whether they will make
it alright.
The calls from far away that give us
such a deep pleasure,
They arrived fine and are already being
shared and eaten with great relish.
That special ancient celebration that
has come down to us from people’s
Who lived many thousands of years ago.
That moment of the longest night of the
year,
For those of us in this Northern
Hemisphere.
That silent marker that sets the seasons
between Fall and Winter.
Celebrated with a quiet meditation while
joining with thousands of others
To ask our Spirit Guides for World Peace
and an end to violence everywhere,
Hopefully, wishfully in our lifetime.
A welcoming to Father Sun as he begins
his journey northward again.
Spring is “just around the corner.”
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