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We recently witnessed the passing of one of our presidents, George Herbert Walker Bush. With that passing, the honor and respect of a full military funeral was given to him and many of us watched the progression of the rituals and the mourning of his family and the citizens of our country.

Along the way, people spoke of his accomplishments politically, in the military, and in his family life.  Two things rose to the top and were mentioned over and over again: that he listened–really listened–to who ever was speaking to him. Much to be admired. And that he wrote so many personal notes to so many people throughout his life.

Sad to say texts and abbreviated words now comprise the most common form of communication. I have always been a letter writer and a note and card giver. I know these were loved to be received. I still do this, just not as often.

When I taught Write Now! writing workshops, I headed off any fear the writers might have had by telling them that they would write what they heard coming from their heart; the words would flow down their arm, through their fingertips, into the writing pen or pencil and out onto the paper.

And their words did.

There is an intimacy and genuineness in this simple act of note-writing. It is a treat to both the writer and the recipient.

 

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Life to Art. Art to Life. She slips through the Advent Portal in the Wildwood, her Divine Child is not adverse to the theme of the season — Waiting— Waiting when all the world seems in a rush, waiting when extra duty and even desires stack up upon her day, waiting for the smile and peace to adorn her body as she slips and slides the labyrinthian paths that lead to family and friends. Waiting to settle into her own breath, breathe into her own bones, ever watchful, faithfully waiting to hear again the familiar and sacred messages that come with this season. This is her favorite sacred season, that special time BEFORE Christmas, just as her second favorite season comes right AFTER the Resurrection, when the women find the grave empty. I have reason to pause…to wait…to accept darkness in the world, but know…always know that the light, the light within me, does not cave to the darkness. I do not have to wait for the light. It is within me. I only have to be awake and know.

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