I am especially aware right now. What is it that brings the senses to life? What touches us?
I was reading yesterday that people who love this season have a different brain than those who are in a more bah humbug or Scrooge sort of mood. Who knows what influences us but this morning I woke up with the song "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" vibrating my heart.
I love this time of year, the red and green, white for those with snow, stockings, candles, firelight. This weekend I'll make Yule logs. I gather greens from our yard, melt white candles, and drip the wax over the log like snow. A red ribbon augments the green leaves and needles and red berries.
We have had rain this morning, soft and gentle rain, and now the gray is lit as though with a wand glazing pink through the fog. The glow is gold.
I pause and beckon the wings of inner light.
Perhaps I feel so good this time of year because I inhale deeply all the wonderful scents and all that is sent to sense.
I am aware. I am awake.
Gratitude fills me and spins me like a top. I am the star on top of the tree, the lights, the dark.
