Christmas morning, 6:00am, I’m the first one up. Our home is so quiet and peaceful. I could sit here all day, staring at the Christmas tree. Magical moments like these truly fill my heart. Silent bliss before the joyful festivities.
I feel inspired to meditate on the words found below one of Michael Podesta’s print: Desert.
If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things, if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have time to make the long, slow journey across the desert as did the Magi? Or sit and watch the stars as did the Shepherds? Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary? For each one of us there is a desert to travel, a star to discover, and a being within ourselves to bring to life.
The last line particularly resonates with me. Words of wisdom for the dark of winter and the New Year to come.