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Christmas eve blessing
May your higher self be with you even in the blue moments
May all that you are willing to be, be with you
May guidance be sought
May you be willing to engage in all that this guidance shows
May you recognise the birth of new light
May the Spirit of Love come to your
Solstice sunset blessing
May I be open in my heart before the shortest day
May I welcome this night
May I bow forwards
May I receive all that came before me
May I be shown renewal in order to renew
May I connect to All That Is
May I give thanks
May I be willing to be a
And we call it Christmas
And we call it Christmas yet where is Christ?
So we have no workhouses, let’s take homelessness and food banks.
So we have freedom of expression and thought, let’s take mental and sexual and psychological torment.
So we have this fabulous increase in wealth, let’s take a local inequality and make it a global inequality
Confront darkness at winter solstice
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8001
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The winter solstice, a celebration of the shortest day, when the suns seems to be standing still over the Tropic of Capricorn before turning to push its light and warmth back towards the north. It was a time for lighting fires to encourage the sun to
Blue Christmas
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8001
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The stories rarely mention anymore
how badly Mary missed her Dad,
how as she trudged through Bethlehem she yearned
to hear his voice, which she knew –
it made her chuckle just
to think of it! – would be raised in fury
at the faceless innkeepers,
Holiday wish list
This originally appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8025
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Like a child before the presents are opened,
Like a man on his first bite of beef stew,
My spirit is everything-greedy,
I want holidays – and Holy Days, too.
Give me a hustle and bustle in the kitchen,
Where loved ones cook for each other,
Christmas will come
This first appeared in The Inquirer, Issue 8049
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Christmas will come.
When the nights are so long that even the day is dark,
and the world’s balloon is a fugitive from the sky,
when hope seeps out of our collective life like breath,
like the wind punched from a downed fighter,
Christmas will come.
Christmas