For all my friends who celebrate this day as Holy, who just like singing carols, who just say season's greetings and those who shout out loud Merry Christmas, my wishes for you:
Miracles, so we are told, are a magical part of life. They are sudden in arrival but lying in wait for the exact moment to appear. Miracles so we are told are figments of an imagination. They are incarnations of wishes and wants that happen because consciously or unconsciously we manifest the actions we desire. Miracles so we are told are scattered and haphazard. They follow no pattern, follow no route but arrive just in the nick of time.
Is it us? Is it a greater power? Is it just the way of life that we receive or do not receive miracles? Are we so excited about the unexpected that when the good news arrives we are so overwhelmed we celebrate with wonder and awe, never questioning how but thankful for how come? Are we so relieved with the chance to move ahead, the choices to move forward, the consequences of not getting our wishes diminished that we shout out loud, jump for joy, and scream a mighty amen. Are we forever in amazement that the second chance has dismantled the failure of the first chance?
For many the winter season brings with it the traditions of Christmas and great miracles of light, might and insight as to the greater good. It showcases the power of determination, will and fortitude no matter how harsh the moment. For many it is one more reason to persevere, to believe to hope.
We find ourselves with an abundant amount of miracles or a dire and dreadful famine of bad luck. We find ourselves with a cup half full or emptied by disillusionment and disappointment. We find ourselves helpless or hopeful. But we find ourselves craving the next flicker of magic, the next monumental moment, and the next miracle…self made or heaven sent.
I wish for you, your own miracle made especially by and for you.
Merry Christmas,
GB/10
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