At Christmas, time deepens. The Celtic imagination knew that time is eternity in disguise.
They embraced the day as a sacred space. Christmas reminds us to glory in the simplicity and wonder of one day;
it unveils the extraordinary that our hurried lives conceal and neglect.
We have been given such immense possibilities. We desperately need to make clearances in our entangled lives
to let our souls breathe. We must take care of ourselves and especially of our suffering brothers and sisters.
when the cold seeps in…..
inquiry for today~ the long winter is upon us…..
I’ve been walking the acre
of my soul. It’s been so long.
And over there, the hill I used to
sit on. I’d watch the stars reflect
in the river when it was tired of
running. I wonder what the view
is now. But it takes at least a day
to get there and another to sit still
in the grass and another to wait for
the stars to come out and another
for the river to tire. Sure, life keeps
taking us away. But the only time
I’m free of fear is when I drink
from that river.