Let love in

Let’s let ourselves believe again.

In angels. In love. In miracles and coincidence. Let’s let the hands that birthed us, seen and unseen be acknowledged, be real.

When I was younger, my grandmother, Mom-mom, as I call her, as many Philadelphians do, bought me a Christmas tree. It was ceramic and lit up. I was in my twenties.

“There,” she said. “You’ll always have a Christmas tree.”

I loved that tree. The battery went out. It became cumbersome. I wouldn’t throw it out. My Mom-mom gave it to me, and when I looked at it I heard her say: “There, you will always have a Christmas tree.”

This year, I went to pull it out and I had to admit to myself – it was time to let the tree go. I didn’t correlate this until I sat down to write you (as happens when we open ourselves), yet a few weeks later she called and said she had a “pre-Christmas present” for my son, and we had to come pick it up.

As a great mom-mom, lineally and literally she had lined the bag with presents he would enjoy, Snoopy and such, then tucked inside was a beautiful quilt of snowman with chickadees and cardinals.

My grandmother always had the cutest snowman.  “Now, Aaron will always have a snowman,” she said on the phone.

I will hear her say, “There you’ll always have a Christmas tree” every Christmas, in every tree. I don’t have to believe anymore that it is in that one tree, that one form. It is her love of Christmas that helps me see through eyes of faith and love.

So – let the magic find you. The planets are bringing it (happy new moon and may the ever growing light ignite in you for Solstice), the calendar is singing it, and your heart is asking for your permission to let love and magic, faith and joy back in. Let’s not pretend that anything less than love brought us forth  - no matter what our story; and love sustains us - no matter what we see with our physical eyes…for just on the periphery of our perception is Love that holds everything we need, waiting to be let in.

May you let yourself hear the love of your Ancestors,

Kate

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