This is me reminding myself. It’s Merry Christmas time, the time that some of us will spend days stacked on top of people who have our same history. If unforgiven hides, it rubs up in brushing elbows at the sink. It’s winter now. Christmas is finally here, and what we’ve waited for comes. We wake and give and open and fill up till we sleep, and then, next day, it’s still winter. We have the faith left over, what we don’t pack into a box for next year.
This is me reminding myself: God made the Winter Solstice, the season of gray listening to songs on repeat. He made the shining lights, the loud jollying family, and he made the after, the let down, the resolve for resolution.
My best work comes this time of year. This. I’m reminding myself. A brand new calendar. A life of Return. This season is only a launching pad.
We, you and I, cannot forget to listen to good music after Christmas. See you then, when the day gets longer, the skin more dry. We’ll talk of love.