Wednesday, December 23, 2009
This past year my blog readers have been more than generous with their comments. I am told by REALLY good writers that they enjoy what I write. I am told by REALLY good photographers, that my photos are sometimes exceptional. I have been told by warm-hearted and generous bloggers that they share my feelings and ideas and were sometimes inspired by what I wrote. What wonderful gifts I have been given in your comments. I admit that my blogging is usually words thrown out on the screen without the care and thought that many of you give to your writing. Some of you have 100's of blogger fans that read and/or comment on your blog and I am so surprised and humbled when you take time to visit and leave a comment on mine. You cannot imagine how inspiring that is!
In my culture, land of abundance, this is the season of giving and I am so rich this year that I am going to provide a trunk full of gifts for my readers. Yes, this is for you.
Wrapped in bright red paper with a green bow is this very large box. Inside I give you tomorrow. It comes both with clouds and sun and warmth and cold. It only came in large sizes. It is magical in its magnificence. It is perfect in its wholeness. It is filled with small surprises and big purpose. Do not set it aside (back under the tree if you have one), but please use it all wasting no part when the morning kisses you awake tomorrow.
Wrapped in bright green paper with a red bow in a slightly smaller box, I give you the sounds and smells of spring. No batteries are needed. When you lift the lid and push aside the tissue paper, close your eyes and open your nose and your ears. Can you smell the fragrance of those tiny white daffodils? Can you smell the perfume of that purple trumpet flower? Can you smell new rich earth and green grass? And listen, don't you hear robins chattering and wrens scolding and chickadees trying to shush them all as spring rains tap against new lime-green leaves? OK, now you have to replace the tissue and close the lid and wait until another gray day when you need this reminder of spring. You don't want to use it all up before spring actually arrives! (Those of you in another climate can put this in the back of the closet as it will keep until your gray or winter days arrive.)
Wrapped in paper covered in laughing Santas is this medium sized box, and I ask that you hold on tight. This is because inside is a big red bowl full of rolling laughs. Do not eat them all at once or your belly will shake too much. Also, be sure to share them around the room as laughter is always better when enjoyed with others.
Next, wrapped in paper with golden glittering stars, I give you the gift of a child's smile. What? You say there are no children in your life. Then you must open your eyes and watch closely because somewhere near you a child IS smiling or needs to smile. Then again you can enjoy this gift sooner if you go out and help a child smile.
At the bottom of the trunk, wrapped in white paper with silver icicles in a very small box, is the jeweled gift of eternal/internal peace. Sometimes peace is so light that you cannot hold it; sometimes peace is so blinding that you cannot see it. Therefore, you may think this tiny box is empty. But it is not. Lift the lid and close your eyes and breath in deeply and very gently. There it is. It has entered your soul. It is gently filling all the nooks and crannies of your mind and heart with a soft warmth. It is, perhaps, my best gift as one size fits all.
Oh, I almost forgot. This last gift is for my bloggers that are fighting the bigger challenges in life these days. Down in the bottom corner of this dusty trunk is a platinum pill box and inside are little nanobots that come with tiny platinum hammers. Their job is to smash replicating cells inside bodies of those fighting difficult diseases. They are like the energizer bunny in that they never quit so you need only take a few every once in a while when you think you can no longer find energy to fight the good fight.
Now as we sit surrounded by piles of bows and wrapping paper, I wish all the happiest of holidays.
Hmmm...excuse me...I think I smell cinnamon...