George poses in a borrowed "Ho, Ho, Ho!" jacket with scant tolerance for the indignity...
Despite which, he joins us in sending good wishes to all.
And here's the Buddhist Christmas poem I wrote for Ellie:
Sometimes…
... when you forget (and here,
by “you” I mean not just
you, but you and me and
everyone;) when you
forget to remember
who you think you are
and what you think, and
what you think you know,
and what you think
you need; when you
leave thought behind
and words give way
to silence; and when
silence yields in turn
to measureless, spacious
emptiness; then, some-
times the mind is freed
from rage and fear
and grief, expanding
into the great solace
and the possibility of joy.
(For Ellie, at Christmas,
and for all good friends,
with love)
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4 comments:
"and the possibility of joy" Always that which keeps us human and grounded. Peace to you and a tum rub for George!
Yes to that, Peter, and happy holidays to you and Ellie.
Beautiful thoughts Peter and I'm taking it as it was ment for me too.
I'm in a low right now, which happens often after I am together with a large part of my family, some of them I'll not see for another year. And so many things can and will happen in a year. It took me a full year of treatment to (hopefully) get rid of my breast cancer.
I'm also thinking of all the people who lost their homes during these terrible storms. We only got a leak in our ceilling, one closet had to be emptied out and it feels like a catastrophy right now. In a few days a new year starts and with it a new outlook of my life.
Your blog helped me tremendously during my down times and made me think of applying some ideas in my life.
Happy New Year for you and Ellie,
Eva
Lovely, Peter! Wishing much joy to you and Ellie today and every day. (And sympathies to George in his mortification of the flesh.)
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