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The Heart Believes

Let the Magic Begin

Years come, and they go, but the memories they generate can have a lasting effect. When I was young I truly believed in the spiritual magic of the Holidays. My birthday is six days before Christmas and usually landed on the last day of school before Christmas break or on the weekend when all my friends and family could attend my party. It was the start of a warm feeling that seemed to grow. My grandmother would travel to be with us on my birthday and stay through till Christmas, and sometimes New Year’s. My favorite cake became the homemade, delightfully delicious red velvet cake that my mother made from the recipe passed down from my grandmother. In the kitchen, a baking aroma for that week would fill the house with sweets, breads, and a variety of scrumptious goodies for the Christmas Eve Swedish Smorgasbord. The twinkling of Christmas lights, the sparkling ornaments of silver and gold, and well known colors of red and green became my birthday decorations. It became a week of so much joy to be surrounded by family and friends.

As I grew, leaving home for college, I faced the various struggles and stumbles of life, but that one week in December, seemed to make a difference and remind me never to give up on hope. I treasure those memories and especially the feeling within my heart. There is still a spiritual magic today, and I still cherish the moment when it warms my heart and enlightens the experience of the Holiday season. I may have moved away from home and years have passed as I traveled on my journey of life, but that spiritual magic has never left.

This year, turning a half century, I still woke up with that excitement, that feeling of anticipation and took in the glow that the Christmas decorations offer and received the love that family and friends can offer. What I discovered this year, that unexplained, cannot touch, spiritual magic is still here even as an adult.

At times, I listen to other adults share their memories and sometime state how things were different when they were a child, but they don’t feel or believe in the unexplained Christmas magic today. It’s not for the child only; it is for anyone with an open heart, willingness to be a part of that season which God gave the ultimate gift. A gift that I cannot touch, I cannot concretely see, but believing…I can feel in my heart, I can observe on the faces of others, I can share with others, and it seems to grow the more I allow myself to participate beyond the Christmas season.

Merry Christmas to all and May the Spiritual Magic of the season be in your heart!

Celebration of Blessings

Autumn Gold

The last three months of the year seem to be my favorite. They are filled with celebration and fun, and yet be the most stressful times of the year too. I enjoy the changing of the leaves, full of bright colors and a cooler breeze that encourages outdoor activities. The kids seem to enjoy the creative ideas of dressing up, be it scary or humorous for Halloween treats.

There are more days out from school, and kids seem to look forward to the mini vacations. Thanksgiving rolls around and families come together. Folks engage in cooking scrumptious desserts to accentuate an incredible and delicious meal of turkey or ham, potatoes, beans, salads and so much more. People seem to share, smile, and think about others too. It’s a moment in the year to reflect and actually evaluate the gifts acquired throughout the year. For me, it helps me to focus less on my troubles or struggles and appreciate the growth, changes, and achievements that my family has made that have made me a better person.

This year, I am so proud of my daughters and the choices they have made and the love they share with my grandchildren. I am so grateful to my parents for guidance and love they continue to offer unconditionally. I can add more to the list, and I am grateful for that in itself. This time of year can warm the heart even if the temperatures are falling along with the leaves. I know I have observed many of Scrooges and Grinches this time of the year, but it’s my choice to choose how I want to celebrate. I like the warmth from within, when the temperatures can be cold, so I’m thankful for the blessings I have been given and want to share beyond the last month of the year.

That last month of the year, my grandson counts the days from Thanksgiving to Christmas for that school break again. Folks come out and about shopping and decorating for the season. Even with the economy and unemployment, folks seem to want to please as they struggle financially. Some folks can become extremely creative with gift ideas and crafts to share with love ones. People give toys, food, and other things to those less fortunate. It’s a time to be with family also and again share a moment of Thankfulness. I know I get detracted with holiday stresses, but I believe Dr. Seuss stated it well in the story, HOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS, when the Grinch had not stopped Christmas from coming, and the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

Blessings to all!

Cat’s Opinion on Writing.


Cat: Back at the computer.
Me: Yes, so let me get some writing in.
Cat: Head up, sit up tall, you know the posture law.
Me: Ok…I filled your cat bowl.
Cat: Thanks, but I am interested in what you’re writing. (Jumping into my lap)
Me: Excuse you!
Cat: (Paws on desk, leaning closer towards the monitor) Oh, you had to include Rev. Bosco in your story?
Me: It will be a child’s/Youth Christmas story.
Cat: You think you know cats so well; you could have made it more intriguing with me. I was named after a character from the Sopranos’.
Me: Not for middle-school age.
Cat: So, how are you coming along?
Me: Still learning with getting my introduction the way I want it.
Cat: Read me a sample.
Me: So, you will be my critic?
Cat: More or less.
Me: (Looking at cat then back to monitor) I’ll read a short sample of the story.

     Today with all the exciting Christmas preparation, Amber did not pay attention to the front door not catching when she had let some folks in to visit. My curiosity was getting the best of me when I realized I could pull the door open with my paw. I just wanted to take a glimpse of the outside. I thought, just a few steps onto the porch and I’ll come right back in. As I was venturing outside, I don’t think anyone noticed me, including Amber. The cold air was actually refreshing from the heated kitchen of baking. I thought and said aloud, “This isn’t too bad; I’ll just walk to the steps and then return.” Standing on the top step looking out towards the yard, I took in the view while the slight breeze felt refreshing ruffling my fur. I decided to venture down the steps. A short stroll around the yard would be reasonable I thought.
     “Grr…Woof, Woof,” from the neighbor’s dog. His keen eyesight noticed me and he began barking.
     Jumping with fear and I could see that he was running towards my yard. I was sure he would catch me if I didn’t run. Becoming frightened, I lost my sense of direction and forgot which way to run towards the front door. Before I knew it, I had been dashing in the opposite direction of the dog and across the street and out of sight from Amber and the house. I could hear other dogs joining in with their barking. I didn’t look back in fear, I didn’t know if the other dogs were chasing me. My little legs just ran and ran. I wasn’t watching where I was heading; I just ran with fear.
     Every noise I heard seemed to startle me; traffic noises, dogs barking, and unfamiliar voices seemed mingle into one gigantic boom ringing in my ears. I could not concentrate on listening for Amber’s voice if she were calling my name. I just ran, jumped, and ran. I was glancing around for my way back to the house, and each house was beginning to look-alike with their lit windows and decorative Christmas lights. Even the dogs barking from various directions seemed to sound the same. I wanted now to find a place to hide. There seemed to be no safe place.

Cat: Well…Go on. I want to know more.
Me: I said just a bit. You’ll have to wait.
Cat: I want to know what happen. It’s about Shelly, isn’t it?
Me: Yes.
Cat: When are you going to write my ideas for a story? I want it for adults…more action packed.
Me: Ok…enough. Let me finish some on the story, and then you can have some lap time of me petting you.
Cat: Thanks…Nap time now. (Jumping down)


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