The angel on our Christmas tree is about to bungee jump from the top. She looks hopeful about 2012.
Branches of dried pine hang wilted, like fingers waiting for polish to dry. The golden dove ornaments still shine with the white bright lights, despite the sinking of the tree.
Hidden beneath the memories of this season, I know there are two unwrapped packages. Both are for me.
If you open the boxes you'll see what the year holds. The thoughts, the smiles, the steps within a journey begun.
My lack of belief in most things, allows for the possibilities, that whatever is now contained, may grow or disappear.
There will be changes for growth, for adventure and the sheer bravery of facing each day with honesty and open arms.
To know that each fold of tissue paper may reveal a gift to be treasured. That some will be planned while others arrive out of the blue, or out of the comfort of friends and family. Like the wonder of a child who has the courage to tell another, that she is like an angel.
Happy New Year everyone. Grace, love and simplicity.
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