I'm not sure why but today seems quite like most other days. Which is maybe the way it should be. I mean babies are born most every other day of the year, too. In not-so-good conditions. Under not the best of times. A bit of divinity in each child. Within each moment of creation.
It is such a normal, not-out-of-the-ordinary day that when I opened my daily reading of the Rule of Benedict, which is presented by date throughout the year, I caught myself glancing down to the date icon at the bottom of my computer screen to see what date I should be reading in the Rule. "Ah, yes! It's the 25th you dummy."
I told the story of Alfie the Christmas Tree at yesterday afternoon's Christmas Eve service for the children. They were quiet throughout. The children. So I think they were listening. That story is about the ordinary, too. All life is a special kind of thing, Alfie reminds us.
Today we have Irish stew and corned beef and cabbage for Christmas dinner. Going to Ireland this year. Fruit grunt for dessert.
Tomorrow is December 26.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.