This is a Christmas I would like to forget, but will forever remember.
Here I sit, drinking tea, eating a mandarin orange, reading messages from friends on facebook.
Christmas came this year. It always does.
The stockings were hung last night, and by some miracle they were filled by the Spirit of Christmas.
There have been many tears, but also by the Grace of God some laughter, some respite.
The sun shone today. The days are getting longer. Tonight is the full moon.
That all means something.
It all means something, but in this mysterious journey called life we cannot always know the answers or the outcomes.
This is the time for grief during a season of celebrating a birth.
These twelve holy nights will teach me something I need to learn.
Today? Today I am learning what grief feels like, deep in my heart, deep in the marrow of my bones.
Tomorrow I will be open to what the day chooses to show me.
And I will probably go for a long, long swim.
Tu me manques.