There are so many layers. Interwoven. Interlacing. Inextricably intertwined.
It is again this most wonderful time of the year: The Sun is almost all the way South. Angels cast shadows. The long low light is sweet and fleeting.
And again I feel unprepared. My gifts are unmade, my house is untidy, my lamp is not full.
And again I am aching with wanting to be so much more than I am, wanting to be this child of God, wanting to be God's presence in the world. And again I am bruised by all the ways I am not.
And so this, then, is my prayer, too, my wish in the wave of a magic wand: To rejoice in the moments that Love shines brightly in, around, and through me, and not fall to the floor with regret for the thousand thousands of lost opportunities.
To call out beauty.
To err on the side of love.
And to have a good time.
So be it.