There is a Light, an ever-present, all-eternal force, pulsating, seeking to express Itself through you and me, and everything and everybody.
I know this because I can feel It. I feel It pushing against an unspecific, unnameable constriction, somewhere around, within, or near my heart, and a slight squeezing pressure on both sides of my head.
But this morning, I am more this Light than the constriction and I know this because of the smile and the joy that's appearing behind the pressure. And as I notice this and write about it, it softens, and I am here. Just here.
And there is peace. And my heart opens and settles into everything and nothing at the same time.
Soft gentle music, twinkling lights, crisp bright sunshine, and the view outside my window, all assume the character of Itself - pure, pulsating, unspeakable aliveness. And I am It. And you are It.
Christmas doesn't come just once a year. Christmas is here everyday and always. The Light wasn't born because the Light never died. It was never not here.
Wishing you the love and peace that's already here, that you already are, this Christmas.