Do you remember that scene in Shakespeare in Love when the nurse is undoing the bandages Viola has been wearing oh wait-- damn. I have mixed two scenes in my head, haven't I?
Yes-- I have. Damn.
There's the scene where Viola spins as Shakespeare unravels the yards of white bandage cloth she has wrapped around her chest and then there's the scene the morning after the er, rapturous unravelling, where the nurse comes in and says "my lady, the house is stirring, it's a new day" and Viola replies with wild exuberance, "it's a whole new world!"
And, somehow-- I merged those two moments into one. Oh well.
Details be damned-- I had a point, I think. Thanksgiving 2010. A whole new world. A swift, rapturous, spinning deeper into the spiral with layers being shed and core spirit pouring forth.
Yeah-- I think, something like that.
Life, I was going to write a letter to you-- but I didn't know where to begin. Somehow there is much too much to be grateful for-- much too much to drop to my knees in appreciation for-- much too much to lift my arms to the sky and twirl send up thanks for.
Much too much.
However, I would like to go on the record that I am profoundly grateful for all the people in my life who show me such love and provoke me to such laughter. This includes the writers, poets, musicians and artists that I have never met (and will likely never meet since many are dead) who share their world with me and make mine all the richer. I am profoundly grateful for the grace that landed me in this sweet apartment on this property that fills my morning to night with beauty. I am profoundly grateful that I get to experience life as a joyful, heart-centered mystery. The details and specifics of all this are endless, so I will choose just one.
This morning there was a knock at my door.
Voila -- two cherubs bouncing in their boots, beside themselves with delight.
On our last walk together I had mentioned what fun it can be when you find a bird's nest. And, lo-- what had they found this morning and wanted to give to me?
If you look closely in the first photo you can see the little polymer clay eggs they made for it.
Honestly. The Grand Canyon is too small to hold even a corner of my heart.
Wishing you a sweetest holiday of light, laughter, happy surprises and excited knocks at your door.