Simple words for a day soaked in nostalgia, at least here, at least for me. Fewer words this morning, so fewer moments will be spent here, with me, away from those that sit wearing the faces you know, though they’ve changed some, wrinkled in spots, though they might be older than you remember when young you peers out with holiday excitement through this you’s eyes. Simple words.
I wish for you, you scattered lot, and I wish often. It comes back to peace, in the end, always to the peace I hope you’ll be surrounded in, that will warm you in the cold small hours when you’re fetal in blanket wombs. It’s peace I ask the universe for, gobbling up all my genie lamp rubbed wishes, and it’s peace for each of you. If there’s room left after the peace finds you, I hope its joy too, magic, wonder, and so obviously love, but the first I ask for, always, is peace, the foundation of the house in the clouds I build for you, all of you, all of the time.
It’s peace because with it comes a contentedness of soul, and that contentedness bleeds out and stains the entirety of your life, every thought, every interaction, every connection with every other person you know, you meet. It’s peace because if we started here, with some gentle grace, every other beautiful blessing would fall into place, it’d all come along with it because they’ve always been companions, lovers, bedfellows, the lot. It’s peace because if we all started here within us, seeking it before everything else, my goodness the avalanche that would follow.
We can do this, and I’m here to tell you that, we can do this, but we’ve got to do it together. There’s so much life, and so much temptation to hide away from it all alone, but there’s another way, and it starts here, with the wishes I’m throwing out into the emptiness for you. I hope you feel it, today as you spend the hours, as you stare at the lights glowing just beyond.
Let it be sweet peace, and let it warm you til dawn.
Let it be sweet peace
that surrounds you in the night,
and warms you til dawn.