The Gift of Blank

My mind is blissfully blank.

The sort of blank that comes when I try to find words to describe the love I feel for my family.

The sort of blank that comes from being wholly and completely in the moment.

Nothing forward, nothing backward, just right now.

It also may be the sort of blank that comes from lots of espresso, Swedish meatballs, cheese and crackers and delicious homemade turtles.

It is the sort of blank that comes from being full up to the top of so many things.

Blank like a smooth, calm surface.

It is the sort of blank that floats and is fuzzy and warm and is nice.

Blank like a blanket.

A great big, happy, sated sigh.

Merry Christmas to all of you. Or Solstice, or Hanukkah, or Festivus, or Sunday, or whatever in the world you want to celebrate today. I like twinkle lights and ham, so Christmas it is for me and mine.

Blissfully blank and present.

My prayer is that everyone should at least have a taste of this at some point in their lives.

I know how fortunate I am to have such presence today and so many days of my life.

I know this blank is blessed.

I hope you have filled in your own blanks today!


Originally published on Periphery.


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