Time to regroup...

I'm taking a little break for awhile.

I'm not sure how long. Maybe a week. Maybe a month.

I'll be back, though, and in the mean time, I'll still be reading and enjoying your words...

Merry Christmas!

A Prayer

I move around You today
lost in motion
and emotion
consumed by noise

I beg You
breathe again my name
that I might move instead
toward You

Gott spricht zu jedem nur, eh er ihn macht

God speaks to each of us as He makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody Me.

Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is a country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Christmas is My Excuse to Be Giddy

It's Christmastime!

I know this because I find myself having prolonged moments of sheer, unadulterated, giddiness- much like a child on…well, Christmas. I watched parts of A Charlie Brown Christmas tonight, and I just couldn't stop laughing.

My favorite 'scene' was this one between Charlie and Sally:

Sally: Excuse me Big Brother- I'm really sorry to wake you up on Christmas Eve, but I need some advice. You see, I was asleep in my bed, when visions of sugarplums danced in my head. And, I need to know- what's a sugarplum?

Charlie: A small round piece of candy

Sally: Oh good! I just thought I was freaking out.
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Hehehe. I'm not sure why, but that really made me laugh. Out loud. And then again five minutes later, when I thought about it some more.

Ah. I love Christmas. It really is the MOST wonderful time of the year.

Just ask Charlie Brown...

Catching Bubbles

When I think of you

I think of a child catching soapy bubbles on a tiny fingertip
Pop. Pop. Pop. Upon landing, they pop

When I think of you
I think of released balloons drifting out of sight
attached to string and hopeful hopes
growing smaller, and smaller
then gone

When I think of you
I think of everything that could be, but isn’t
Everything that should be, but can’t
Everything that might be, if only

Dear future
when I think of you
I close my eyes tight
and pray that God catches your delicate bubble
on His great fingertip