What I hate about Christmas

For once, I wish people who knew me and "cared" about me would listen when it comes to gift-giving at Christmas time.

I am a pretty simple person, and all year long I find way to buy stuff that I want for myself. So when the holidays arrive, there is little that I want. Honest! What I would love one Christmas is for all the people that I know and love to set a limit of, say, $25. And on top of that we all go and DO something good for the holidays. Like, go donate stuff to a local food pantry, or dog food at the Humane Society. Maybe go and plant a tree (ok, the ground might be frozen) or pick up trash at a park. My point is, I think I would feel better about the holiday's if it was.

Happy Holidays.

Mists

When the universe tips out a mist,
one that half-hides the space ahead of me,
I draw in the cloud close to me and hide the day.

A cloud of sweet, wet mist touches my skin softly and warms me, travels the length exposed flesh and recreates the universe for a moment or two.

When time is blocked out by a soul who casts a long shadow,
devouring the light, hiding a sun that once shown above--I pause to ask its name.

Travel west to a great open space of life laid out. Create a new universe. Make everything go away. Love the me I hide. Love the me that yearns for truth and peace. Love the me that is ugly and hurt. The me that is imperfect and angry.

Love the me that may be wrong but is locked. Love the me that loves, best I can. The me that would live in the mist if time and space and the sun meant nothing.