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Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Blessed Christmas
Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.-- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
The joy of a spirit is the measure of its power. -- Ninon de Lenclos

What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.-- Thomas Carlyle


Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.-- John Muir

Sad realization
Don't really like snow anymore. A sure sign one has reached adulthood. The news it's snowing brings not joy but dread, the throught of a nasty drive home, or to work, depending on the timing. No more happy-go-lucky feel of a snow day, the playful feeling; that is left for the young, I guess. Not that I don't see its beauty; hard to miss, that. But the hurly-burly of daily comings and goings, that seems to have overtaken me. I miss that feeling.

Christmas upon up; peace, all. One night this week, before you go to bed, turn the TV off, the lights off, the radio and stereo off; don't even have holiday music on. Leave the tree on. Sit a minute, and just look, and listen. Somewhere in the silence, it's really, really Christmas; the real miracle: it's always Christmas there, in that silence. Perhaps, resolve to find it, again--try in July, after sunset, outside--look at the stars. Don't be near an interstate. Although, hard as it is to find and believe, it's there too.

Merry Christmas.

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