But it just shoots through space, and through my finger tips, and I can't grasp and hold it no matter how hard I try.
I don't covet things; I have more than I need. I have a roof over my head. The heat is on full blast. My stomach is always full. And if it's not, I know where to get my next fix. Our water is clean and abundant. A down comforter keeps me warm. A TV keeps us entertained. There are credit cards to keep gasoline in the car and to cover co-pays at all our wonderful doctors' offices. I have friends who support me and a husband and son who love me. We still have Buggy, who is, quite frankly, happier now that Jeevsie is not taking up so much psychic space. She is old and sometimes I look at her and wonder what it will be like when she's gone, which I suspect will be predictable and manageable, unlike Jeeves.
Still, it all changes in a heart beat. My husband knows a man who was critically injured in a car jacking the other day. What exactly is that thread that separates whether we live or die? Is it possible to always tell those we hold dearest that we love them every single day? Every time we hang up or go out the door?
My son will enjoy the heck out of opening presents. That's his job. I was the same way. The more the merrier when I was a kid. But how old and beaten up do you have to be to think that all I want is "one of the seven fundamental physical quantities" in our world?
One of the reasons I enjoy citing the Tao here is because I try to remember to simply "be." The passages help me. But how can I "be" when it keeps changing? How do YOU grasp and hold time (what's your secret!) And what do YOU want for Christmas?
Know that having you all in my life, and on my blog, is part of what makes each day fulfilling for me. I appreciate you all.
Merry and safe everything.