For those who are unfamiliar with it, it's written in 366 essays, one to be read daily throughout the year, and magically, it seems, the timing for each day seems quite perfect for me. I love re-reading because different passages strike me more strongly at different times, and something I sailed by one year without feeling particularly moved, will impact me strongly with it's richness and relevance the next.
This Christmas morning I picked up the book and flipped to December 25th and was struck with the quiet beauty of this quote:
If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things;
if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every moment of our lives with action, when will we have time to make the long,
slow journey across the desert as did the Magi?
Or sit and watch the stars as did the shepherds?
Or brood over the coming of the child as did Mary?
For each one of us, there is a desert to travel.
A star to discover.
And a being within ourselves to bring to life.
I think (maybe) I've mentioned before that I'm not a religious person. I'm the daughter of a former Catholic mother and vaguely Luthern father, and I wasn't raised within any particular religious tradition. I have explored various religious traditions and haven't found any one that speaks to me directly, but I find much richness in many of the religious and spiritual practices and this quote speaks directly to me right now in a soft but clear voice.
I'll leave you quietly with this for today.