And… it’s done.
It is back to being the wet winter world full of car horns, dry cleaning, bare trees, and muddy footprints I always thought it was.
It is the 26th. And today all the dreamy blurred edges and Christmasy fairy dust have been washed away by the cold rain.
Was I dreaming?
Did any of that really happen?
Did that Asian couple I passed in the park yesterday actually look at me, smile, and say, “Merry Christmas” as we passed?
Was that actually a glow of peace and goodwill I saw framing the faces of my family members… even the ones I usually speak of with air quotes firmly in place?
Did peals of delighted laughter from grandchildren really bounce off these walls just a couple of hours ago?
Is it possible I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw flecks of kindness and grace sprinkled there in the lines of my face?
Was I actually content to block out the news with its reports of roiling unrest and Real and Imagined Epic Disaster and then breathe slowly… deeply… calmly?
Did all of that just happen?
I don’t know… maybe we were all just under the spell of some Master Hypnotist whose fingers have just snapped and jolted us back awake.
Maybe it was the psychotropic effects of one too many pieces of homemade fudge coursing through my bloodstream.
But maybe…
Just maybe…
Hope Incarnate really WAS just born into the world.
Maybe the Word really did become flesh and dwell among us.
O God, let’s hope so.
O God, let’s make it BE so.
Russellings of the Spirit 
Beautiful with a universal appeal. Thanks. See you Thursday.
Friday.
It’s too bad the “real world” so quickly shuts out our perspective of the eternal.
I think you would like “The Beginning,” the Laurence Housman poem I posted yesterday.
I appreciate your quotation marks around “real world.”
I will look up the poem you referenced. It sounds perfect.
Fabulous
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