Christmas

jessus-birth-holy-night-christmas-hd-wallpaper-02649

Unless we make Christmas an occasion to share our blessings, all the snow in Alaska won’t make it ‘white’.
Bing Crosby

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.
Roy L. Smith

“Maybe Christmas,” the Grinch thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”

Dr. Seuss

The two most joyous times of the year are Christmas morning and the end of school.
Alice Cooper

One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.
Andy Rooney

Expectancy is the atmosphere for miracles.
Edwin Louis Cole
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Alexander Smith

God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If he gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.
Pope Francis

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
Charles Dickens

Don’t let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.
Taylor Caldwell

May you have the grace, strength and imagination to make this the best Christmas you ever had.

Me

Custom Designed

My life is custom designed,
Not cut from a general blueprint;
Nor colored with neutrality;
Instead, it shines with patterns
That are uniquely mine.

 

There might bne some common themes,
Shared by the rest of humankind;
Questions and answers that elude;
Varied shades of unknowing;
Fears, hopes, feelings and dreams.

 

How this all fits together
Is an unsolved mystery to me;
With unexpected twists and turns;
Answers that lead to questions;
Gray is somehow better.

 

I learn as long as I breathe;
The value in who I become;
What seemed like junk is a treasure;
Ever newly discovered;
Unique one that is me.

Creating My Self

This poem is inspired by the banner on Life’s Fine Whine.

Check out PoojaG’s blog at

https://lifesfinewhine.wordpress.com/

 

I’m creating myself today
With some scraps and threads;
Things I almost threw away;
An old garment in tatters and shreds.

 

The bits of thread are hopes and dreams
Saved for quite a while;
Memories of ideas and schemes;
So many of them just make me smile.

 

It’s good I kept all the treasures;
That truly is wise;
Though subtle, they bring such pleasure,
Even when they come in a disguise.

 

Though tattered, garments are so warm,
Filled with feelings dear;
Like patches in a quilt they form
Parts of my self so precious and clear.

 

Tomorrow I will start again
To build one called me;
To make this self my very best friend;
A new creation I’ll ever be!

Seasons of Retreat

Moderate weather;
Not really warm, but comfortable enough;
Soft breezes bring gentle fragrance.

 

Refreshing times;
seasons of retreat for deep reflection;
It feels good to breathe for a while.

 

Gentle musing;
Not all that dramatic, but interesting;
Peace wears like a cozy sweater.

 

A quiet heart;
Strength and steadfastness are words in her song;
She knows how to live with herself.

DIG DOWN

As I have walked through many years of healing and recovery, I have noticed something:
The work I need to do is ever deeper.
Unlike the building of a house, which starts at the foundation; then goes up from there,
Reparation seems to start in more shallow places and go deeper, until it is at the foundational level of all I know, believe and experience; not from my head, but from my heart.
It seems that deeper work requires greater health and maturity.  It calls for strength and wisdom that I simply didn’t have earlier.

 

Do you find yourself facing monsters that “should have died ages ago?”
Take heart!  You are going into the deep regions of your being, where profound healing takes place.
Move steadily forward; dig down to the lowest, most hidden parts;
Let light shine in the darkest corners.

 

Oh, I know, this journey seems to go on forever.  It even appears to go around in the same circle, time after time.  That isn’t the case, however.  Every new insight, step of forgiveness, new truth and breakthrough is yours, a treasure that cannot be taken away.

 

This endeavor isn’t the fast kind of digging, such as what is done with shovels or backhoes; it’s more like an archeological dig:  You are down in the dirt with your toothbrush, unearthing small fragments that could be nothing, or the most amazing artifact ever uncovered.

 

Keep digging.  Bring every little bit to light, where it can be exposed and examined.  Get down to the foundation of who you are, making repairs as you go.  Then enjoy the sweetness of new victory, greater clarity and freedom as you emerge with a more profound sense of yourself than you have ever known!