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It's not snowing here, but walking a large snow dog around a neighborhood festooned with bright holiday lights and smelling chimney smoke, there is nothing but nostalgic Christmas here.
There is a certain kind of magic at our house, though there won't be any presents given. Instead the gifts are in the humans and animals around here. What gifts are in your life?
This post is for my parents...people from far away, countries that have seen too much strife. My parents are from that Great Generation, who never lived privileged, went through wars and famine, and were still successful beyond their dreams. Every time I think I should throw in the towel, I realize how trivial my problems are: my parents really are the type who could walk through a blizzard for 20 miles with no shoes, and not complain. I could only hope that any part of my life is something to make them proud of.
This post is for my sister, my great friend and conspirator. Which would be hilarious because we are the most diametrically opposed two siblings you'd ever meet. She is clearly the more sensible and practical sister, which I am grateful for, because SOMEONE needs to root this crazy balloon adventure of a sister down! She was always the shy one while I was the one going out on a limb but for some reason, hair pulling level craziness was never achieved between us.
Speaking of which, how did I get so lucky to find a guy who looked at this circus caravan of my life and STILL MANAGED to hang on for dear life. While that might be hyperbole to some degree, I don't know many people who wake up to beekeeping and drawing one day, massive housecleaning, hormones, chocolate on another, and film making and dance on yet another day, and find ANY of this normal.
The Sweetheart in my life looked at this and though "let's give it a shot." Every time I've turned around he's been there, helping me, and wanted me to succeed. I will say he has but one flaw: he's stolen...my heart.
Stealing hearts also belonged to the many pets in my life. To those sweet, kind and whip-smart animals, past and present, I wish love and peace. They have taught me so much, brought so much grace and laughter and more. What would life be without animals, wild, domestic, dramatic or friendly? We are blessed by the Universe for such amazing diversity amongst ourselves.
And this post is for you, dear friends. To ALL of you, creative, funny, amazing folk who are following your own amazing paths. Whether you have encouraged me or even if we have disagreed with me at times, I appreciate all of your challenges, your good wishes and your comraderie. And for those who have been so kind as to buy my little handmade creations or honey...you are simply a blessing! My thanks to you is HERE, but I have no problem saying THANK YOU and I AM AMAZED by your patronage and support of those things I love doing. You are helping my little dreams come true, and I hope your dreams come true, too!
And here's to wishing you a Magical Winter Season and Blessed Holidays full of warmth and wisdom.
As always ~Dream All You Dreamers~