December 1, 2009
December’s gifts – custom, ceremony, celebration, consecration – come to us wrapped up, not in tissue and ribbons, but in cherished memories. This is the month of miracles. The oil that burns for eight days, the royal son born in a stable, the inexplicable return of Light on the longest, darkest night of the year. Where there is Love, there are always miracles. And where there are miracles, there is great joy.
Sarah Ban Breathnach
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.