Step in.

The altar candle flickers on the windowsill, burning long and longer, short and shorter. Jesus , silhouetted in glowing flame.  This Dollar Store candle, gifted by my second daughter, releases the quiet strength of the Divine in the midst of the hustle of Christmas, the Divinity calls me to peace.

Step in.

The coffee table book is bound in dusty pink linen and carries a fine gold foil script.  The Nests of Creatives it’s titled and I spend Christmas afternoon pouring over it’s pages, delighting in each word, each image. Seeing how the Divine manifests in the most fascinating of places, through the most quirky of designs and details.

Step in.

I gather strength.  The strength required to resist the chaos of everyday life in a family of six.  To step into a quiet space in my own spirit.  To release the creativity within me.  To be still. I crack open the tin of Juniper Ridge mountain incense and breath in the smell of Siskyou, derived from essential oils gathered from the woods not far from my very own home.

Step in.

I listen to Leroy Anderson as I type.  A favorite memory of childhood was the well worn cassette, copied from someone else’s and hand-labelled, that we played so often in our car and home.  “Typewriter” clacks noisily in the background as I type and I wonder that even then somehow I knew that I was called to the life of creativity.

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I stop for another chocolate, carefully chosen from the box of Priscilla’s Candy Shop assorted candies sent from my Grammie.  This box brings me immeasurable comfort and joy.  I remember the magic of stepping into this old fashioned chocolate shop in heart of New England.  The beauty of the sticky ribbon swirls of hard candy.  The heady smell of sugar.  The incredible variety.  Choosing a chocolate from a Priscilla’s box is nothing like choosing from See’s.  If life is truly like a box of chocolates, Priscilla’s simply adds more joy and wonder to wondering “what you’re gonna get.”

Step in.

2016 lies ahead, just around the corner.  And even as Christmas continues to hold the door open to more play, more fun . . . my spirit calls me to re-center, re-focus, to listen, to explore.

My heart is calling.

Step in.

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