Never before in my life have I experienced a more visceral moment of what I feel is the quintessential spirit of Christmas than I did just moments ago. With snow dancing downward from a deep, dark sky, my 4-year-old and I plowed through inches of new-fallen snow to deliver homemade cookies to our neighbors. Giggling as our feet plunged into the unknown depths of each step, we hurried from house to house bearing more than ginger cookies but also a sincere feeling of love, kindness and gratitude. Love for our fellow humans, love for each other and our family; gratitude for the welcoming community in which we find ourselves now living; gratitude for being warm during such a cold, cold night.
My heart pulsed with love for my dear child* whose hand I held and, who later, I carried on my back while singing Christmas carols as we plunged through the pure white powder which was often illuminated with the festive, warm colors of Christmas lights.
Although I am so very fortunate to give my children gifts this year for Christmas, I feel that, by moving here, I am raising them in a place of beauty where neighbors actually know each other and where our hearts sing as we drink it all in, grateful for each other and for the peace in our hearts.
May all of you find such peace. Merry Christmas and happy holidays.
* It was too cold for my 2-year-olds but they were in my heart as well.
Friday, December 19, 2008
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