The shortest day of the year and the longest night of the year. It is my favorite day.
This morning greeted me with rain clouds and heaven's tears. The angels must be crying for those who are lonely and aren't loved. The cold and damp of grieving hearts seep through the air through the glass of my windows and into my muscle and bones like sharp shards of heaven cast from above. Faith is something one believes in without proof. Being human is the conditioning of familiarity to all things even if they make one suffer. Do I want to be a person of faith or a human being? This is the question.
This season of holidays and such seem redolent of bringing these types of thoughts out of me. Each year the period between Thanksgiving through Christmas seems to me more of a journey of walking barefeet on fallen cactus or beds of hell's coals. Some say that happiness is a choice, I did choose to be happy today. However, often I find that being happy and being sad are not mutually exclusive. It doesn't sound nice but in my experience it is the truth as I have experienced it.
So I am left to try to find the beauty in the sadness, all things that are beautiful are not pretty. This is today's measure of surity...
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Having faith in the knowledge that there are unmet friends out there, connected only by those brief moments when finger movements are transformed into sentences of reassurance and left to be reminisced over in years to come... "hey, remember when we were just digital?"
If we don't catch up with you before Sunday/Monday have a good Christmas, OK? :)
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