Be Merry, Be Grateful, Be Peaceful, Be Loved

I didn't necessarily plan to write today, but then I picked up yesterday's mail, and I had received a Christmas card from an old friend I haven't seen in a long time.  The message was so simple:
Be Merry
Be Grateful
Be Peaceful
Be Loved

I sat for long minutes, repeating that message to myself. With all the dissention in our world right now, I felt the message deep down, and knew that I wanted to share it.  So today's writing is simple... We are missing a lot this holiday season, but we don't have to miss the depth of it.  What we reap from Christmas and New Year celebrations is never the same between households, even individuals, but it's my wish that you receive whatever it is that you need this year, whether it's material, physical, or spiritual.  And, if you need for nothing, my wish is that you receive the very things that you want.  💖

Decorate, Sing, Laugh, Play, Bake, Chat, Dance, Smile, Give, Nourish...

For loved ones, For belongings, For enough, For nature, For time, For music, For faith...

Inhale, Exhale, Watch, Listen, Remember, Ponder, Meditate, Pray, Rest, Dream...

And love back...

Take Care of You. 💖



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