OK, kittens, we’re in it.
The heart of the thick of the midst of the “most wonderful time of the year.”
Are you feeling it?
Maybe you are. God bless your twinkly, tinselly, merry-making soul. Enjoy every pepperminty moment.
Maybe you’re not. Maybe all the shouts of BE MERRY! and DECK THE HALLS DANGIT! are only reaming out the holes and howls in your heart.
Maybe you’re so thrilled with hope, you’re freaking out the elves.
Maybe the last time you felt a thrill of hope was when the Candy Crush guy said “Tasty!”
You may be wandering fields alone and unneutered. You may be wandering malls alone and unmarried. You may have everything you could want, but still feel a wild hungry sigh inside.
Perhaps there’s wisdom in the mixture of mirth and melancholy.
Christmas/late December/”the holiday season” abounds in joy and powdered sugar, yes. But something deeper than our guts knows that there’s still a long way between O Come O Come Emmanuel and Joy To The World.
Joy is already and not yet here. We live betwixt and between, in a time of losses that sear us and loves that restore…a thrill of hope.
Along the way, we’re given enough little thrills and frissons to keep us dreaming in the right direction — still hungry, not complete, not yet, but dreaming forward. This December, one of our truest dreams is Princess Bubblegum.
Since her photographs will do the work of turning you to melted HubbaBubba, I’ll let her profile do the talking. But make no mistake: we’re talking hope, mystery, miracles…and life winning one more decisive, calico victory. The Force is strong with this one.
So today, I won’t tell you BE MERRY!!!!! I’ll simply ask that you let yourself feel the thrill of hope. Hope will not put you to shame.*
*And, since today is 12/18, put you to shame hope will not.