sleigh rides

In the recliner, early reading with my coffee apparently not a thing this morning with so many swirling thoughts, I see the blue kingfisher on the sweatshirt draped over the chair with wheels a few feet away. A “Good to see you” without words. The kingfisher has a survival hunger within the intensity of its silent sitting that I don’t have. It actually feels too serious for me, though I do long for that single-pointed quiet.

This holiday season is like no other, and I’ve found myself on YouTube with Darlene Love, The Ronettes, The Carpenters, and The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, hoping to kick up some of the magic dust of Christmas’s before.

“Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.” A good starting place.