This is a Christmas photo of my dear friend who is 87 and has received a dire prognosis in recent weeks. Such a pure, clear spirit! It will be so hard for all of us to lose her. I'm sure she'll always live in our hearts, but there will be a major space for us in the consensual reality-world without her.
We've had such a sweet christmas this year. no hoopla, no fanfare. we've just allowed the spirit of the season to seep into our vessels and suffuse us with warmth, love, and paradoxically a sort of cool clear vision that is peculiar to the winter solstice season imo. A lovely paradox, that.
With friends who live around the corner, I went to a lovely candle-light service at our local Episcopal church on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas Day Gary and I joined this same couple, along with our friends' mother/in-law, for a quiet Christmas dinner around an old wooden table - again, candle-lit, with a bare-branch tree and paper-decorations, delicious gourmet food and gluten-free desserts. We also had the company of their dog, and if you've seen 'Dogs Decoded' you'll know why that is important!
Anyway, what a great holiday it turned out to be! So quiet, so unostentatious, so sensitive and deep and thoughtful.
My own family's lineages would have been pleased by its style.
When I was younger I labored long and hard to re-create the Christmases of my youth, fondly-remembered. I was never quite successful at it, and that is most likely at least partly because their magic was so hyper-fueled by hormones, hopes and expectations. Great Expectations. Well, things have not turned out as I planned, but they've taken some amazingly wonderful and unexpected turns to bring us to this place and this moment in time.