Thursday, December 23, 2010

Comfort and Joy . . .

I am firmly convinced that the cure for the blues is to listen to the blues. Thanks for all the well wishes :-) Everything, of course, did look better in the morning.

The YOSS update is that we started a group on Ravelry . . . and within two days we had more than 300 members (we totally freaked out :-D). We now stand at 402 members - who would have thought that my little blog post back in October would morph into something that would strike a chord with so many. We are preparing to knit a LOT of socks in 2011.

And now - it's two days until Christmas. I am still a bit overwhelmed - this week has blasted by me with obligations and work and just living every day. Family and friends continue to fight cancer and old age - it's hard. And yet, I remember every day that am so very lucky.

If you've read this blog for any length of time, you will have heard this before - it bears repeating: Every day that you wake up is a gift, for tomorrow is promised to no one. I believe that we are here to live our lives. Live them, not watch them from the sidelines. Blogging has been a bit sparse around here lately - that will be changing in the new year . . . I have a project in store about living my life that I will be talking about here. We'll see how it goes.

And now, it's time for me to see about getting a few things done around here but before I get cracking, I would like to share a poem with you. I'm not big on poetry, but this one - for many years - has stuck with me. It was written by a woman named Ann Weems, and published in a book called Kneeling in Bethlehem. Whatever your beliefs are, I share it with you in the true spirit of Christmas, and I hope Ms. Weems won't mind. Unfortunately Blogger will not allow me to format it as it should be . . . I'm sorry about that and have added some spaces to hopefully help with that. Still, I want to share it with you. It's called "Star-Giving."


What I'd really like to give you for Christmas
is a star . . .

Brilliance in a package,
something you could keep in the pocket of your jeans
or in the pocket of your being.

Something to take out in times of darkness,
something that would never snuff out or tarnish
something you could hold in your hand,
something for wonderment,
something for pondering,
something that would remind you of
God's Advent Light in the darkness of this world.

But stars are only God's for giving,
and I must be content to give you words and wishes and
packages without stars.

But I can wish you life
as radiant as the Star
that announced the Christ Child's coming,
and as filled with awe as the shepherds who stood
beneath its light.

And I can pass on to you the love
that has been given to me,
ignited countless times by others
who have knelt in Bethlehem's light.

Perhaps, if you ask, God will give you a star.

Merry Christmas, my friends :-)


candy t said...

That's beautiful. Thanks for sharing. And thanks for all your posts because you have helped me more than you know.

A :-) said...

Candy, you are welcome. I'm really glad you enjoy the blog :-) I know this Christmas is a tough one for you - my thoughts are with you. Maybe next year, you'll be in the desert . . . :-)