Holiday greetings to everyone reading this. It’s been quite the year and my life is edging more and more towards enlivening precarity. My holiday will be spent fattening up, reading, and just being “here”. Totally present.
The present IS the present.
It’s a kind of a George Bailey - Wonderful Life message.
Here is a poem I wrote years ago. I tell the story every Xmas to someone and see this post for that Xmas story.
The poem is about a time celebrating Christmas in Corsica and not getting any Christmas present at all. First disappointed and then realizing something revelatory - the present is the present!
Best wishes to everyone. Hug your loved ones and be filled with good food and glad tidings!
On Being Present
Every day I say thank you for
the new morning.
But should the morning
not be given,
Ah! how I’d wake up
and embrace the newer night!
It’s like the first Christmas
you finally don’t
get anything.
Ah! How then
the bells ring in
the present!
