Christmas dreamed me awake with images of newborns, whispering that we cherish each baby, as a Holy Infant, tender and mild. We may forget as we individuate, become independent and adopt ideas of accomplishment, talent, and ownership that Holy, Perfect PRESENCE is always within us, at every stage of our being. We are always vulnerable, soft, and perfectly lovable. In our first six minutes, at 6 months or 60 years, we reach for connection; we long for recognition; we seek love to nourish us and we return it with gratitude. Each of us is as miraculous as the baby Christians celebrate today. Our lives, however tangled, tortured, or tickled they seem, express the POWER and LIGHT that formed the universe. May you give and receive COMFORT and JOY today and every day! When the Force that explodes galaxies into being, constructs planets, boils oceans down until continents emerge, and molds eons of fantasied, fabled, and physical creatures (to crash through centuries as prototypes of what we pet and cuddle in our homes) considers its Might, Glory and Omnipotence, what else can It do to prove It is ALL Love? It dissolves with need into Its smallest, weakest, fragile form. We welcome the infant. We adore its soft, small, pure perfection. We marvel at it as our self-made miracle. We treasure it, tickle it, wrap ourselves around tiny fingers and toes, clean, soothe, coddle, nurse, and exalt it. Infants change our world, recalling the Joy of innocence; the miracle of Recognition; the exquisite moment of Union that led to its conception. Our hearts melt the moment we hear a first breath, the cry that calls for help or milk, for arms to cover and comfort the shock of separation. From that first gasping, vulnerable moment, every celebration, birth to death, recalls that great source of Power and Light lives here, within us all. Rejoice! We are Emmanuel. DonnaMarie Fekete December 25, 2016
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Our area of the mid-Atlantic USA had a deep freeze overnight Friday. By dawn Saturday, dangerous conditions became deadly; one interstate near Baltimore was a mix of fire, smoke, and water. More ice formed by extinguishing blazes, increasing the danger and closing the road for hours.
From dark night through midday and into evening, ice encapsulated every blade of grass, every last leaf clinging to the oaks, and each needle on the soft pines around us. Even as the temps rose from well below freezing to nearly 40 degrees, we marveled at how hard the ice stayed. Overnight, we had another huge shift in temps; they rose to F50+ degrees. This morning, there's haze near the ground where the melting ice dissolved and transformed. If that's not an analogy for how hearts melt with love, it's science. If it's not the melding of science and spirit, I'm not sure what is. For a few moments today, please check your heart for cold spots and send yourself a bit of love. You may find that warmth expands, like mist or steam, wanting to be shared with others. DonnaMarie Fekete 18 December 2016 |
AuthorI've been paid to sing, act, paint, teach and write. What I do most to express myself is write. I've self-published four books: poems, essays, stories, and prayers. Archives
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