there is nothing cozier than my house on this dark black night.  on christmas, even the bars are shut down, their familiar neon glow in my windows just a memory.  it's quiet, so so quiet, making the old west storefronts of edison seem more and more like a ghost town from another era.  after cleaning up the joyful wreckage of giftwrap and ribbon, we tidy the house and make dinner in meditation for positive changes in the year to come.  the woodstove pumps heat and we eat lentil soup, across from each other and next to a sleeping cat, exhausted and relieved it's over, eager to start a new year on a new foot. 

happy holidays.  may you find the light that burns within.  let it warm your heart and illuminate your life.

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