Something is missing from words these days. Perhaps because, through endless reuse, their former meaning and substance have worn thin. Like tiny grains of sand blown from our palms in a thousand directions by the wind. Almost weightless, and without the power to cling, they scatter into infinite space. I wish that we would long again to feel the heart-warming goodness of the reliability carried by authentic, true words. That we would long for the clarity of honest sentences, free of distortion. That we would long for words that are compassionate, that express our belonging together. That we would long to see kindness appear again—giving itself through selflessness. That we would long for the intimate safety of turning toward one another. That we would long to discover what is purely human behind our gestures. That we would long to feel again that the events of everyday life, which test our being, cannot hide from us who we truly are. That we would long for our steps toward one another to radiate dignity and integrity once more. That we would long to experience again the friendly, conspiratorial warmth of glances that meet in mutual understanding. That we would long for the depth of our connection to ourselves and to the Unnameable. That we would long to finally understand that the imperishable celebration of the moment is incomparably more than the perishable moment of the Celebration.
We long very much to live all this. For without our loving presence, where would we be going? So now, these heartfelt wishes, carried by these words and addressed to all of you, reach beyond Christmas. Let this be the prayer of the moment—the prayer of the one and only Present that exists eternally in the Unnameable.
A blessed moment to everyone!
With love,
Your traveling companion
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