Christmas everyday.

Christmas  felt  like a play rehearsal.

The stars,  my parents, were missing.

You  had  already gone to  Broadway.

Act One, had already been performed .

Your  work here was done.

Because of your love and your life

It is,  for me,  Christmas everyday.

Some moments,  do not feel like presents.

Some moments,  I feel stuffed and overfed with grief.

Some hours pass,  now,  when I refuse to believe you are gone.

Some moments,  I feel your presence.

 

Those  are the moments when you nestle in my heart.

 The  goodness of your intentions,

Your  laughter and your inventions

take hold,  giving  me a new start.

Then,  it becomes  Christmas everyday.

 

I send you love on your Journey.

I embrace your memories.

I embrace your memories.

That makes everyday Christmas.

 

 

It is morning…no mourning

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Mother and Mary         Photo courtesy Thomas Quantz    Thanksgiving 2007   Calgary Alberta 

The Sunlight of the Spirit pours over Soul.

The healing is happening.

I,  now,  with months of heart felt mourning

I am beginning to feel whole with the morning.

Beautiful Portal on the World

img_4407Photo – Sonny Galea                                       Wild Wilderness Photography

Evening

shadows

close in

on the

mountain’s stream

creating a beautiful portal

into the world

of dreams.