12/26/2007

Holiday Greetings, 2007

Christmas, 2007

Dahlins--

This full moon Christmas time finds me at my computer, working on the next book, pouring all I have into it. One of my girlfriends gave me a pair of pink suede scuffs with polar fleece lining. Together with soft yellow cotton jammies, pots of Earl Gray Tea, my little spaniel in her bed at my side, I am making this last push to get this book out into the world. So this letter is a time for me to reflect, with you, as sisters.

Now, about y'all. How are you? How are your hearts this holiday season? Are you finding time to be quiet? To pull away for a moment and listen to what's trying to be heard? Such a season of whisperings. Such a season of noise. I take a deep breath, and think of the joys I've experienced here with you. It may seem that I only drop by once in a while but I'm really here more often than you know -- in spirit, sending pinks and blues, let them be happy, may they be peaceful, let them be free from pain or suffering, let them laugh, let them be gentle, let them be assertive.

Holy Lady, La Luna, holds us all. Let us know that we are the only ones through whom our unique gifts can be given.

This is the reminder I give myself this Christmas. It's quite a responsibility to step up and admit that if I don't let my gift come through me, then it simply will not be given. It will stay inside where it will spoil and turn rancid, because what it is meant to do is to flow through me and into the world. That's what this season is really about: gifts given through the very particular into the world. And it's a season to be open, to be ready to receive all the many gifts that pour forth in our lives. Everywhere we look we are blessed. We forget this, but it is the truth. This is what we remind each other of.

And joy! To celebrate this holiday, knowing that everyday is a holy day. Every day is a day to greet in praise and thanks.

Brenda can help me count, but I think this marks almost a decade of ya-ya.com. Pretty amazing. I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas, and I want to thank our Brenda for holding it all together. For her vitality and wit and diplomacy. She is a queen among queens! I wish we were all together tonight, to dance under this Yuletide Full Moon. We'd put Brenda in the middle of the circle, and dance to her beauty! The sheep would look at us like we were crazy, but they are used to my antics. Our pastures have no onlookers, so no people driving by would point at us and use their cellphones to call us in. Only La Luna will shine down on us, through the old Douglas firs and blue spruce, they would see a group of dancing women, doing their best to bid the old year adieu, welcome in the new; to welcome the birth of the innocent child inside all of us. Celebrating, giving, listening, welcoming the new baby into the world.

It is late; I am sleepy; the fire is dying down. The embers will be there in the morning if we're lucky. Then we can stoke them a little, throw on a piece of dry alder, blow our breath into the logs a bit, and light the fire for a new day -- Christmas Eve. I wish you a Happy Christmas, and from my sleepy self in this messy study where a new book is being made, I thank you for coming together as Ya-Yas.

84,000 Blessings,

Rebecca