Quote de jour
"...Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering,
There is a crack, a crack in everything,
That's how  the light gets in..."
                            ~Leonard Cohen

Change is coming. I can feel it every time something breaks. A glass plate, a ceramic mask, a old Christmas ornament. Things are shattering with such frequency, I no longer dare go barefoot. Some might say  breaking glass is bad luck, but I've always found it to be the opposite. I feel the broken object takes the 'hit' of negative energy. More importantly, it's acts as a harbinger of change. At this rate, I've fastened my seatbelt and am ready for a rollicking new year.

This glass ornament from my childhood was as delicate as angel's whisper.  Every year, there is at least one casualty, and every year I'm reminded of the temporal nature of well, everything.  It reminds me of how fragile relationships are, whether family or friends. My ornament collection grows smaller every year. Eventually there will be none left: family, friends or ornaments. Nothing disappears, it just changes its form. This year, I give thanks to the many lessons of non-attachment. What do I want for Christmas? Nothing.