There's an odd pull for perfection on Christmas Day. Altogether it was a good one, from the archaic, somberly joyful catholic midnight mass to the afternoon with some family members. Missing a few, and missing my love, but I'll see her next week.
Spiritually, it's been a deep ride going into Yule, transformative, shamanistic, powerful. Having a spiritual context for this, and all, seasons, reveals a lot of meaning that is beyond one's juxtaposition to Rockwellian archetypes, and beyond simple negation or alienation. Opening up to the Most High, letting in, breathing out, being there. Asking, listening. How many people really listen? Really stop, and listen? I want to be doing it more.