The lights twinkle and glitter around the neighborhood; lighting up the night as the sun leaves us in the moonlit, crisp, chilly air. These early nights, the harbingers of winter and a new year, bring a kind of quickening-- an excitement of another season to come. An anticipation as if every wisp of cold breath freed unto the air will return a wish fulfilled as we rotate into 2011.
I love the hope of the future. The dreams and possibilities. The idea of positive change and what will come.
This whole season of giving and love and thanking-- of assessing how where we were has led us along the path to where we are, and that's really not so bad-- has a sort of child-like hope behind it. A collective holding of the breath to see what comes next. What gift the future, so palpably near, will bring.
Enjoy your gifts this holiday season. Those you have to give and those you receive.
Be well,
Kristina
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