Friday December 24, 2010 Christmas Eve

It is morning, Christmas Eve. All is quiet. It snowed last night, and the landscape is transformed, as it should be on Christmas Eve morn. I was up early as usual.

Now in the studio, quiet, and alone. Here I sit on the mesa above town. All looks sleepy, wrapped in a white snowy winter's blanket. Yesterday, a large coyote, in molten fur, walked straight by the windows of the studio, which face north. He seems so large, and so determined, seemed to have an appointment, or other matter of importance. He walked toward the north, and disappeared. It is always a blessing to see wildlife, up close, it is as if this animal, and myself are the only ones on earth.

I feel a little bit as if I am in the Christmas story of Scrooge. All of Christmas past dance through my mind. Old friends and family long gone, are also here. And that for me is what makes Christmas a little sad. I was also thinking, that Christmas never really lived up to expectations in the past. It all seems too much. This year, we decided early, this year would be different. We would make everything smaller, including expectations. It will be interesting to see, how this works out.

Time to remember, time to do something for someone else, time to eat something special, and time to love. I guess that's it.
I'll let you know. And here is hoping you have the best Christmas ever!