It’s Christmas, again. So, what have we done? Seems the years are barreling by more rapidly than ever. Hyperspeed. With the death of my father this year, the passing of my mother two years ago, my youngest turning 18, and other major personal epiphanies this year, the reality of time has been a central theme.
That’s why I bought myself a special gift this year — Mary Oliver’s new book of poems — “Blue Horses.” It’s exquisite. I find the purity and simplicity of Oliver’s intimate observations of nature and everyday wonder so profoundly moving. Perfect for a day like today — which celebrates our core, spiritual connection to the Divine or Source — no matter what our definition of faith.
It’s all about authentic connection — whether to self or others, right? So, a gift for you . . .
You might see an angel anytime
and anywhere. Of course you have
to open your eyes to a kind of
second level, but it’s not really
hard. The whole business of
what’s reality and what isn’t has
never been solved and probably
never will be. So I don’t care to
be too definite about anything.
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty. For myself, but not
for other people. That’s a place
you just can’t get into, not
entirely anyway, other people’s
I’ll just leave you with this.
I don’t care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It’s
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and they dance.
Happy Christmas and 2015!