Thanks to the gift of having largely retreated from "the world", this week sandwiching Christmas is truly a quiet time this year. I'm not out, chasing down deals, or trees, or standing in line at an airport. I've written (and sent) cards, I am in the process of making several batches of cookies, and I have pretty much watched as many inspirational videos about this mysterious, liminal time as I can stand. I've listened to a select few pieces of Christmas and Medieval choral music, and attended one solstice concert. I am even feeling slightly less inspired about writing in this blog. The urge to write hasn't gone away -- as I've mentioned, I am up well before dawn handwriting something that I will need to finish before I discern how to proceed. I suppose to a small degree it is draining my creativity just a bit. I won't forget you, dear friends! But the message I am getting is that this other story is a thread I must follow, wherever it leads.
It is not quiet in much of the world. Please know this -- I know that. People who cannot help themselves (and whose channel to Love is completely blocked) are creating Christmastime chaos and pain. Those of us who can align with the powerful peace of the Goddess -- must. Those of us who can make this The Quiet Time -- must. Blessings to anyone out there doing that! Blessings, too, to the un-quiet. We are all playing our roles in this play, I guess!
