Christmas Letter
Finding meaning in life. A major question or just a deep breath?
I am not going to make up stories about my picture book life but I have had a wonderful ride with some bumps in the road or may be deep holes, but never mind about that. The seasons blessing never fail to find me, no matter the circumstances I am in, it coveres me with joy and takes all my cares away.
Setting or is it sitting with one of my closest friends with the fragrant of honeysuckle tickling my senses. Sipping my favorite mid morning merlot chatting about the substance of life. We are not hungry or cold or feeling ill, at least not in this moment. So the fire of what is right is not pressing our soul. Yet, as the melody of passion about the subject takes shape the fire is kindled and I find that I am speaking freely like I should be a witness to our state of grace. We the fortunate, we the sometimes have, we the middle class. Yes, it still exists and I believe still has a future. I think we get caught up in keeping a count of where we stand in life according to where we think we should be. Our realities are not always what we live in, the idea of soaking up the moments of blest, instead of working so hard to plan for the future we forget to live in today. That is my abyss. Ever speaking to deft ears, ever seeing with a blind eyes. Just a few handicaps that we in the middle class sometimes burden ourselves with. We love to hear about the ones who made it, “where ever it is and we love to hear about heroes that did the impossible. It would be nice to celebrate life for all the moments we are alive and well. Instead of having expectations that are so grandiose that it would be hard for anyone to stay enthused. I am not advocating wanting less or not going after your dreams, but be happy in your state. Ok, now I sound like Chropa, that could be alright but I don’t think there is enough prosck around to maintain this happy vision of life. So some disappointment some over the top days, some ordinary, I like that word, it is where most of us are most of the time, and that is ok. In the coming year, I hope you have many wonderful ordinary days full of friends and laughter and you never wonder what if because you are too caught up in each day to notice.
Eliz
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