December 25th, 2007
It snowed in Portland! I stoked the fire and made perfect cappuccinos. A simple day with no expectations dashed. Christmas can be strange and magnificent. I didn't let my disgruntled, bah-humbuggery run the show. I honor each second as they tick by filled with family, stories and new life that grows like a string of fine pearls knotted perfectly for one hundred years. The moon colored gems pick up the oils of life and glow. Adorned and bejeweled with gifts from the sea, I stare into candle light, catch the scent of sweet Champa insense, fill my eyes with family photos of the children, drink red wine (2002 Silver Oak and Portteus Cabernet Sauvignon) and sit down to a table filled with delicious food of the season. I'm grateful for the bliss, but like a captured star, my eyes tell the deep story of the heart. Breath sweeps into my lungs and out into the wet atmosphere of night time, twinkle lights and melting ice. Remember, Christmas comes but once a year. Don't wait to be happy.
Last night I dreamt I was walking down H Street in Anchorage, Alaska. I crossed the Park Strip and rushed through town into the warmth of the Atwood Theater. I saw the faces of my tribe. His black eyes flashed a smile and I saw my guide waiting for me, again.
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