Friday, December 25, 2009

Bless Us All...Everyone

The light begins anew.  Peace to You and Yours.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Verse: A Visit from St. Nicholas

A Visit from Saint Nicholas
Clement Clark Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house  
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;  
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,  
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;  
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;  
And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,  
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,  
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,  
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,  
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.  
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow  
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,  
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,  
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,  
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.  
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,  
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!  
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!  
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!  
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"  
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;  
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,  
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.  
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof  
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,  
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.  
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,  
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;  
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.  
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!  
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!  
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow  
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,  
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;  
He had a broad face and a little round belly,  
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.  
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;  
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,  
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;  
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,  
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,  
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;  
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,  
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,  
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Monday, December 21, 2009

du jour: Midwinter Peace

When we have (hopefully) aligned ourselves with the Universe, in my opinion, we feel the turning of the Wheel even more strongly than those who have not.  My life now seems to fall into patterns with the sun, moon, and seasons; and in keeping with this, yesterday a chapter in my life closed, in the absolute darkness of this time just before the Sun begins to return.  It closed quietly and without fanfare, and I am grateful for the lessons learned and that it is triumphantly over.

I have no idea what the future holds for me, but the readiness is all, someone once said.  Can't remember who.

On this Solstice, we are all bundles of potential - kindling that, to become a bonfire, only needs the spark of Will and the love that comes from the darkness of the Mother that cradles it.  Whatever the tradition, whatever  one chooses to name this moment in the unending Cycle of Ages, I am comforted in the thought that many will pause and hope for peace during these next coming days.  The currents of Love are more palpable, it would seem.

It's almost as if Gaia herself wants us all to slow down, entreating Boreas to blanket so much of Her with snow.  "Slow down," she says.  "Be at peace."

I wish you Peace on this Solstice, and blessings for the coming year.