Sweet potato moments

 Dear blog, 

My dad wanted a haircut today. So that was the main event.  His hair is very white, and silvery. I had some rose oil, and put some on his hair before I cut it. And it made his silver hair very, shiny.  I cut his hair out in the sunshine, and enjoyed his company.

The sun was warm, and I felt like my dad's energy helped my heart feel better, more protected. And I felt like I could be present with my dad, and that was such a gift. I was really needing a something, I cannot describe. But I am grateful for that something.

 

I feel in a way, an understanding of something I have yet to put into words.

A seeing, an uncondition. Something, completed... 

Grace. 

My heart is very grateful for places of Sanctuary. Oh our beautiful hearts. 

I pray we all can be that for one another. 

A place of sanctuary. 

A chapel of truth.

Of love.

Places where we can love unconditionally, and be allowed, and our hearts can find healing. 

 

So...

Something I didn't write about, was my favorite things about the Christmas season.

A top now moment (Peeling sweet potatoes out in the sunshine with my nephew, and the pure joy that now, was beautiful. Who knew peeling sweet potatoes could be so engrossing?  If  you have never chopped your veggies outside, it is something that is loads better than doing it indoors.

While I held the sweet potato steady, and my nephew peeled them. Then we chopped them. Then we took them inside, and he helped me season them, and we made a wonderful meal. 

That was something beautiful. Just these little moments.

Moment's like wrapping Christmas presence together, while singing with my sister, and my nephew engrossed in wrapping up gifts. And then finding last minute things to give away, we already had, and wrapping them up, so there was loads more under the tree, than when we started. It was cute how he organized them, and counted them.

Christmas Eve, evening, we all went on a walk, Bess, Archer, Me, LaurieJo, and our Dog honey.

On the way to our path by the ditch, a school buss drove past, lit up in a blaze of christmas lights, multi colored, and fantastic. Like magic fairy, school buss.

It drove to our neighbors, and a bunch of kids with bags got off. 

Christmas music, booming.

We all watched, wondering, and giggling, wondering what it was doing, perhaps Santa now road a magic school buss. 

Either way, those who got off, soon got on, and the buss drove down the street to another house.

We continued on our walk. 

And it seems a magic night, as there was just a special something.

And on Christmas morning, it had been a while since we had Christmas with my little sister, as our relationship has been difficult. But we have all been trying to see better, and mend things.  And the Blessing of Christmas was that more than the gifts, I feel a bridge was crossed, and love was seen.

And the gifts were just tokens of, seeing, and saying, I forgive, and allow you to be, as you be. 

There were many more moments like these, with other family members. As each family, came mostly on different days, so it was like we had five or six Christmases, not to mention new years. 

Either way, there were many sweet potato moments. 

Moments of presence. 

Making music together. 

Where the third thing, that is actually the oneness, the spirit of Christ, was there. 

Good moments, like singing Good king wenceslas with my dad, (his favorite Christmas song) and family. And feeling my dad's heart.

And that was real special.

Sweet potato moments, of presence.  Sleeping outside in our tents, on a warm night. 

Bessie's dog, doing the zoomies randomly. 

Tears of love.

Moment's of seeing.

And sometimes of sorrow. But, beautiful too.

Sweet potato. 

Moments. Every one, when you're really present. 

And what a gift that is to be able to be.

Here, now.