The forest was mostly empty of snow this morning, though a night of near-zero temperatures froze the ground and made walking easy. It was deeply quiet, the sun’s rays bright as they streamed through leafless trees and myriad pines. One or two chickadees called as I passed. A crow flew away to the east. I stopped to pray by the frozen pond dusted with snow on which tiny tracks of mice could be seen. There are times when the world grows so still and lovely it is hard to imagine any other Heaven exists or – if it does exist – could be desirable. Yet coming home – to decorations, pancakes, presents and stockings, letters from Santa, and later yet travel – I remember where I am and what I am doing. Stumbling through beauty with a mute prayer in my heart that only sometimes resolves in language.
To those of you who read and share with me – giving of your time, attention and insight – thank you. I am deeply grateful to share the way with you, guided by your light to the home we never left.
The sign of Christmas is a star, a light in darkness. See it not outside yourself, but shining in the Heaven within, and accept it as the sign the time of Christ has come . . . This Christmas give the Holy Spirit everything that would hurt you. Let yourself be healed completely that you may join with Him in healing, and let us celebrate our release together by releasing everyone with us . . . Let no despair darken the joy of Christmas, for the time of Christ is meaningless apart from joy (T-15.XI.2:1-2, 3:1-2, 8:1).