I woke at four, wide awake and tingly. This time of year, this whole week, feels like Christmas to me, the vibrating spirit of love and light.
Santa is seen everywhere, and I don't have to explain about helpers and elves, just enjoy the different looks of Santa as he waves and waves, standing in the courtyard at the Depot in MV or sitting in his sleigh in other places. Perhaps it is the dark, but this time of year seems magical to me.
Yesterday I was downstairs searching for our Christmas stockings, when I looked out the window and a deer was looking in at me. She looked like a statue, she was so still, and then, an ear moved, and I saw breath through her chest. We stood looking at each other for the longest time. She was wet in the rain and a part of me wanted to invite her in. I wonder now how often I let the muse sit outside of my heart, instead of saying, welcome, enter here, and I know there is a place to let the muse run wild. Only some moments are meant to be tamed and the point is to know when to reach and when to sweetly wait for entering to begin.