arms wide-open, it’s the dawn that follows the silent night. night of awe. dawn of darkness lifting. the dawn, i pray for you, when the outlines of all your blessings come sharply, crisply, indelibly into focus.
when, perhaps, you find yourself all alone, nestled inside the flutterings of your heart and your soul, and all the Christmases of all the years before come tumbling softly, and this particular one, perhaps, leaps out from the pile because this is the Christmas when you’ve unwrapped a particular glimmering knowing from under your tree.
maybe it’s the simmering of newfound love. maybe it’s the weight finally shrugged off your shoulders. maybe, after all the hours of darkness, you’ve found your way to the flickering light off in the distance, and you’re home now, finally home.
maybe it’s that the story of Christmas — the blessed virgin mother and holy child, the newborn babe laid in the straw, the star of wonder lighting the heavens, the beasts of the pasture poking their noses into the barn, drawn by all of the stirrings — maybe the story of Christmas this year awakens a place deep inside you that’s too long been numb to the hope, and the light, that nativity brings. that nativity lays quietly at the cusp of your heart.
come, open the gift. open the possibility of wonder. of glistening light. wrap yourself, for even just this one sacred hour, in the hush and the whisper of peace. peace on earth, please. but peace in your very own kingdom — you can make that happen if you take hold of wonder, if you chase out the noise, if you close your eyes (or open them wider than ever), and open your heart. breathe deep. inhale the Divine, animator of all that’s wonder-filled, that’s breathtaking.
that’s what i pray you find this blessed morning, under your tree, tucked in your heart. may this dawn of quiet at last, this day-breaking hour of stillness, seep deep into your every channel of wonder, into the depth and breadth and whole of your soul, and fill you with Christmas at its holiest.
amen. and merry blessed Christmas.
here’s one last little wintery blessing, from the pages of slowing time….
may yours be a sumptuous, most heavenly day…..
Oh love seeing that angel and thinking of all the chairs pulled up to various tables today. We will all be sharing the love that emanates from this holy table. Merry Christmas Barb and to all of you who stop by here. May we all find a bit of the peace out there that we find here.
i love that hand-stitched angel made by a dear who’s slipped out of our lives over the years….and may all of us indeed find the peace — deep down and beyond — that all the earth and each one of us needs…..
merry blessed Christmas to you, beloved lamcal. xoxo
Peace and blessings ! Celebrating the miracle of today with a few quiet moments, strong coffee, warm Chicago sunshine, with reflection and anticipation. Thanks you for sharing your beautiful heart and words, today and through the year.
it tickles my heart to imagine mugs of coffee (or tea) being plonked here by the chair, where all of us pull up and pull in for a few quiet moments of unfettered, unfiltered love…..
Beautiful post and accompanying photos! Happy Christmas to you and your family! xoxo
bless you, beautiful claire. thank you for bringing your gentle and buoyant heart to the chair. or should that be chaire? xoxoxo
Beautiful!! Love the angel and the page from Slowing Time! Counting blessings eases the feeling of loss for me, hopefully for you too, with your recent losses.
it does, indeed. counting and counting…..blessed new year, dear lou….
Merry, blessed Christmas, dear heart. xoxo
and to you, too, dearest of hearts. xoxox
I feel blessed from that beautiful prayer. Thank you for the blessing and the always welcoming seat at your table.
and merry christmas to you. bless you for stopping by…..(so sorry this is coming so late. we were away, and i am just now catching up with days and days of being away from all things cyber!)
John and I were up and sitting by the tree a full two hours before any of our young ones ambled down the stairs. We sipped our coffee and tea and savored the peace and quiet and memories from Christmas past. Wishing you and yours a blessed Christmas season and the happiest of New Years,
sweetie, i love the picture of you and john alone under the tree, savoring peace and quiet. only to have it broken open by the joy of the three who tumbled down the stairs to join you. xoxox
“take hold of wonder, if you chase out the noise, if you close your eyes (or open them wider than ever), and open your heart. breathe deep. inhale the Divine, animator of all that’s wonder-filled, that’s breathtaking.” Yes, this is the doorway to peace. How often I pass it by.
A fresh start today as I slipped out the kitchen door and found fresh, fragrant herbs for the soup pot, a gift in this strange warm weather.
Thank you for words I always need to linger over.
thank YOU for your lovely words. i sit here, miles away, and days away (so sorry, we were away and i was so very unplugged), i too inhale the “fresh, fragrant herbs for the soup pot”…..
it is the uncanniest blessing that we have all found each other, all these kindred spirits gathered round the table…..