As Christmas mornings have changed though the years…barely dawn squealing kids, almost noon sleepers, guests in spare rooms, tropical breezes with my husband’s family, or wintery chills with mine, at home or away. One thing stays the same.
The absolute stillness of Christmas morning.
It’s a time to quiet and feel the gap between this Christmas and the one last year. The most trying relationships and situations force the most growth. That is where gratitude lives in me. The urge to push them away is strong, but to use those situations as an alchemist, that is an art… and for me, that is where real gifts lie.