Obsidian campground ice in my jug morning #1 |
Christmas
Came to Me
I
have had much to be grateful for this year of 2012. Wonderful
children who are happy in their families, fun loving Grandchildren,
both parents still around to enjoy the holidays with, friends as true
blue as a field of Forget Me Nots. With an immune system compromised
by the trauma of the previous year, life threatening food
sensitivities led to more near death experiences that I can count on
my hands. Some that were closer calls than other, but all crazy serious. These challenges left me ever so grateful for many things I wouldn't think twice about
before. Gratitude for life itself. As an example. When people would
ask 'how are you?”, my reply became “I hear that breathing is
good”.
Trail to Jerseydale2009 |
Now,
this being a Christmas post and all, I am slowly and along some bunny
trails getting around to that very subject (as is the way I do
things). With all that I have and hold dear to be grateful for, and
Jesus being my mate since I was 8 years old (a WHOLE other story!)
why, then shouldn't I be embracing Christmas more than ever? No
matter how I tried, I got deeper in a funk. Not Scroogy, just not
getting Christmas. Having truly experienced Loves True Light first
hand in a most blessed way, surely I should. Well, I hadn't done any
of the things I do like harvest yummy fruits, making sauce and drying
them, putting together baskets of yummy stuff etc... but, that wasn't
it either.
Mowhawk Rock. My snowshoe tracks. 2009 |
Peace,
Love and the Joy of Life,
Jeannine
12/7/12