I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, sorry about that. (I think November came right after May this year, as the months in-between are a blur.) Anyway, I’m bummed! I had my Holiday message all ready for you, but it’s no where to be found. I think my computer ate it. Or…

Perhaps it appeared outdated and was snatched by Dickens’s The Ghost of Christmas Past.  Maybe, conceivably, the little cupid who hangs out with Father Time on New Year’s Eve absconded with my message. He’s a fleeting little fellow, or so I’ve heard. Wherever it went, it’s now out of my hands and floating somewhere around the cosmos.

I know you’ll have a great time through the holidays. I’m certain you’re already poised to act when your sweet intuitive voice utters “Step away from the chocolate mint truffles!” I know you’re a champion at running your traditional multi-tasking holiday marathon, so I presume you’ll also remember to chill out, steep a yummy cup of tea, and read something inspiring.

But not everything has vanished. In spite of losing my original holiday message to you, I do know of one thing I can still share: My gratitude. I am genuinely grateful for your presence in my life. For that reason, blessings to the countless numbers of you around the world who have touched my life and allowed me into yours, into your sacred space (especially when you might have been hurting or scared), I am humbled, honored, and grateful to all of you.

I wish for you and your loved ones every happiness during these holy and inspired days. Possibly, when you’re unwrapping presents, thinking about a loved one, or pausing to blow out a candle’s sparkling light you’ll find my message.

“The love you hold in your heart, the gratitude that is yours to embrace, and the gifts with which you were born are the greatest treasures you possess. Share them.”

With Love,