Precious

My word of the moment* is 'precious'.

This was brought on by a moment of (probably naff - be warned!) poetic fantasy - as I pictured myself lying in a pool of water underneath a dark night sky, watching the moon and stars glittering overhead. I could feel the surface rippling around me. I was looking into the darkness of the sky and the vast expanse of the universe, and realising how small I am. How small; how nothing; yet how everything. How, in order to be found, I must be lost. (I was also trying to focus on feeling rather thinking, as a way of investigating my being-ness.)(I know, I know, FFS! Bear with me...)

So small and yet - how precious! Because if each of us is as big/small/everything/nothing as I suspect us to be, then, within the vastness of that common denominator, how incredibly equal we must all be. And, therefore, who am I to be any less precious than anyone else? Ta-dah! Magic!

I find myself doing stupid things. Things that my phoenix will squawk and go on about for ages. Things that, to an outsider, might suggest that I believe myself to be somehow lessthanprecious.

More about that, another time and place.

But for today I see this looking back at me from above, meeting me in the eye: I am precious.

(I would like someone to wrap their arms around me. Tell me I am precious. And be prepared to take my kids to the park for a bit at some indeterminate time in the future. Maybe.) 

*Read: 'here and now'; may be gone in a trice or lurk awhile

A phoenix brew

My phoenix is with me this New Year's Eve. Humming. Gently. For once, not being unhelpfully  opinionated or deafening me with her chatter. Not choosing to disappear just when I've got used to her voice in my ear and then miss its presence. No ruffled feathers today!

She is perched, quietly, brewing a cup of phoenix tea - a soothing, welcome elixir which reminds me that sometimes we need to feel, not think. Focus on the warmth that life and love generate; a warmth that revives and invigorates.

A new friend, who has a deep, magical voice and a hearty laugh that fills its place in the universe most completely, recommended a book that I might buy myself for Christmas. A book about love. A book that reminds me of what I know - that everything is about love.

There is no better or truer response to the things life can throw at us, than love. We need to love in order to be loved. Open ourselves to love and everything in time and space is revealed to us in a new way.

That is all. And everything.

Non-likers of the word 'love' could substitute it with 'warmth'!

Be warm, my friends, like a phoenix. Be warm, and real, and wonderful and know and feel. I wish this for you - for all of us - as one calendar year ends and another comes into being.