Hoping this finds you on the edge of a big new fluid circumstance, already falling into a slurry of joy.
A writing: Christmas Pageant
Fidgety boys wearing bath robes, smirking under terry towel head gear.
Nervous girls in white dresses holding wire haloes in place.
A serious girl under a pole-lamp,
bending over a bassinet.
It had been a grey Christmas Eve in our Saskatchewan village,
but when we left the church the sky had cleared.
Now, flecks of stars and a gibbous moon cast a slant of silvery light on a fresh fall of snow.
My big sister, Elizabeth, took my six-year-old hand,
and as we moved out from beneath the direct glow of the a street light by the church,
we were suddenly ankle deep in diamonds.
And then, just as suddenly, we were the wise men following the star.
We were the shepherds beholding the angel.
We were the angel bringing delirious tidings of joy.
We were Joseph, filled with concern and anticipation.
The story, awkwardly acted by kids whose names I knew,
sealed itself inside me through the wordless speech of that night.
I was embraced deep within and awakened to a big new fluid circumstance.
Believing was seeing.
Breathing was praying.
Walking was worshipping.
Holding hands with Elizabeth held me in arms universal.
Never again to be a me–I was we.
Above: Christmas 1970, Debbie Walton-Berg with brothers, sister, and cousins. Top picture: Christmas 1957, Berg family (little sister implied).
A quote, picked by my wife Debbie
“When we remember who we really are, we bring together the universal with the personal. Instead of becoming more disembodied or rigidly spiritual, we have a sense of humor about the whole dance of life, and everything becomes easier and lighter. We can care for the hydrangeas in our garden, watch our cholesterol, speak out against injustice, and raise money for tsunami and earthquake survivors. And we can meet each person in his or her nobility and timeless beauty, beyond age, gender, and race. We can accept the ever-changing seasons of life and know their fleeting, ephemeral dance. Honoring the paradox of our true nature, we can laugh with wisdom and tenderly care for the precious days we are given.” – Jack Kornfield
From our woodsy little get-away, a place for you to curl up in…
Wishing you a warm sweet Christmas!