I’ve been writing gifts (sorry for disappearing for a while).
Writing and wrapping like the busy elf I sometimes am.
All the while, waiting and watching for the word that might find me,
my own little gift to tuck inside my heart and carry with me into the new.
I’ve danced with several.
The one that wants to come home with me is so bold and sure of itself
that I can only smile and shrug at the others,
take it’s hand
All of me.
With all of my heart.
Even when I feel the hiss that that I’m too loud, too expressive, too ebullient,
Be the all of me, anyway.
For all of my life.
Give it my all.
All day long.
Stand beneath the great wide and feel the small of me in it,
surrounded by it all,
and then feel the all that I carry inside
and embrace it.
And release it generous
with love and hope for us all.
(holding close to heart those good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people)
I wish you all the joy your heart can possibly hold.
And then a couple of measures more.
A cup-runneth-over type of situation:)
For all of your todays.
“I have no need for half of anything,
no half time, no half a man’s attention.
Give me all the earth and sky.
And at the same time add a new dimension.
Half the truth is of no use,
give it all, give it all to me
I can stand it.
I am strong that way.”
– Carly Simon