Pass the Peace and Prayers, please...

I string tiny prayer flags, a kaleidescope of colors, across the morning windows....a reminder to believe, to see, to remember, to be thankful, to imagine, to pray, to be at peace.....And when the sun shines through, their tattered colors dance across my dirty floors...And I embrace another accidental gift...

This is it....the end of the year I will forever embrace....and the beginning of the one I was sure I would only imagine....

I've heard tell~tell that how you bring in the New Year is how you'll spend it...and I peek outside for a moment and smile at the tilted moon, quietly applaud the fireworks in a not too far distance, and  hum a little Johnny as the old boxcar rolls down the tracks, for just a moment, snuffing out everything but memories and my imagination....

I look down and the hemline of my flannel PJ's are muddy...proof that a river really is in my backyard and that no matter how many times I wander there, I have to touch the very edge .....have to feel the faint ripple of at least one wayward wake...before I turn around and head for home again...

I might not make it to midnight....
I won't tear up the dance floor....
trip in my high heels on the way out the door...
No, I won't  be Cinderella...this year.....

But if I fall asleep in Peace, and wake up to the River running.....
I have a feeling,
my year will be very, very Blessed....

May yours, too.....
Be the Gift....