visions of sugar plums

sugarplum“While visions of sugar-plums danced in [our] heads.
And [ma] in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled [down] for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash…”

And what I saw there
was the Spirit of Life,
clamoring for my attention.

For the next sixty minutes,
and for the rest of our lives,
let us be about opening the gifts
of attention and compassion
and joy for the absolute miracle of life.

 

with appreciation to Henry Livingston, Jr. (not Clement Clarke Moore; scroll down to Dec 23rd on Garrison Keillor’s A Writer’s Almanac for a brief synopsis of that story.)

originally posted eight (!) years ago, on my precursor blog, “the yes church

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