The post I wanted vs. the post you are getting

My mental plan was to post these gorgeous photos I got on a recent trip of deer frolicking in the snow. They are beautiful and Christmas-y in a non-preachy kind of way…and it was a way for me to visually express to YOU my gratitude that you visit my site and wish you a lovely holiday with holy moments…and to share this lovely thought.

FINDING THE HOLY IN THE HOLIDAYS:

Holiness is the center that holds all peripheries; the ground beneath feet running to look for gifts, the held note of a song that leaves a listener silent in the busiest most glittering street. Holiness is a simultaneous form of invitation and gathering and a radical letting alone, of family, of food, of perspectives, the holy is reached through letting go, by giving up on perfection. Holiness is the rehabilitation of the discarded; the uncelebrated and the imperfect, into new unities, perceived again as gift. Holiness is the bringing of the outside into the inside, from where the inside can give again, transformed as if by its simple act of breathing in and breathing out, back into the world.

Holiness is memory independent of time, welling from the unspoken that holds together all words said at the busy surface; holiness marries hurry to rest, stress to spaciousness, and joy to heartbreak in our difficult attempt to give and receive and as a culmination can dissolve giver and receiver into one conversation, untouched by the hurry of the hours.

Holiness is not in Bethlehem, nor Jerusalem, nor the largest, most glittering, mall, unless we are there in good company, with a friend, with a loved one, with our affections, with our best and most generous thoughts, with a deep form of inhabited silence, or in a grounded central conversation with what and how we like to give. Holiness is coming to ground in the essence of our giving and receiving, a mirror in which we can see both our virtues and our difficulties, but also, a doorway to the life we want beyond this particular form of exchange.

Holiness is beautiful beckoning uncertainty: time celebrated and time already gone so quickly. Holiness dissolves the prison of time and lies only one short step from the present busy moment: just one look into the starry darkness of the mid-winter sky at the midnight hour, just one glance at a daughter’s face; just one sight of a distressed friend alone in the midst of a crowded celebration. Holiness is a step taken not to the left or to the right, but straight through present besieging outer circumstances, to the core of the pattern we inhabit at the very center of the celebration. Holiness is reached not through effort or will, but by stopping; by an inward coming to rest; a place from which we can embody the spirit of all our holy days, a radical, inhabited simplicity, where we live in a kind of on going surprise and with some wonder and appreciation, far from perfection, but inhabiting the very center of a beautiful, peripheral giftedness.

Finding the Holy in the Holidays
© David Whyte
Mid Winter Thoughts © 2013

As far as the photos go…they have to wait. Apparently I have filled the free space on the blog. I went to purchase more space and either the site isn’t working or I don’t understand what I need to do, and the people at WordPress are rightfully spending this time with their families and aren’t available to chat with me. Oh, well. We’ll figure it out. In the meantime, picture a quiet scene with a mother deer and two fauns happily munching on leaves in a field of white.

Merry Christmas, or whatever way you celebrate this time of year.

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~ by collidescopes on December 25, 2013.

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