Merry Christmas And Happy Holidays

Merry Christmas And Happy Holidays

Happy holidays my day readers. I hope this missive finds you well, surrounded by love, light and all the best in life. Be you faithful or not I pray this Christmas is good to you and those you love and that the strife the world over diminishes even if only a little bit.

To tell you the truth I wasn’t going to do a blog today, I intended to simply pass the day in relaxation but I felt possessed to share with you a dream I had this morning.

This dream was a blend of the factual and the fictitious, as they often were.

I was working for the day job, it was rainy, over cast and difficult to drive. This is important as my day job IS driving. To deal with the difficulties imposed by the rain I pulled into a small cul-de-sac and parked. A narrow dead end street that looked suspiciously like one a friend of mine lived on when I was barely into high school.

Highschool is a few decades behind me at this point.

While there and hoping the rain would let up I remembered it was Christmas and it was foolish of me to take out the company vehicle to do my rounds as I don’t work Christmas. Of course, logically, I would have never been permitted to leave with the vehicle Christmas morning seeing as we’re closed but such details mater not to my subconscious.

I was about to leave when a woman knocked on my door. Odd, but not too odd as some strange vehicle parked on a narrow street Christmas eve might rouse anyone’s curiousity.

She had short red hair, thin and barely hanging to her chin. Her complexion was fair and freckled like an Irish woman kissed by the sun enough to turn red but not burn. Her eyes were large and blue and I don’t think she wore glasses but she had the face of someone who should. She was likely in her late thirties as she carried herself as a person who had experience but who was not yet humbled by the weight of time.

We talked, briefly, and in the fog of memory I do not know what was said exactly. She was concerned and pleasant, and I assured her I was only going to be in her neighborhood a short time. “only temporarily.”

She looked to me then and a sadness overcame her face. Her eyes lost focused as though she saw something distant and a waver came to her voice as apprehension stole some of its strength as she said. “Sometimes I feel temporary.”

I couldn’t respond, just struck by this quiet call for help, for validation of existence. I opened my mouth to speak and woke up.

I knew what I would have said if I had another moment.

“We are all temporary, in a way, and eternal. Just moments in time, motes in an endless universe and in a universe where even the stars can be forgotten we are temporary. But to us, to each other we can be eternal. Our actions and words can reach out and touch people, and those people can touch people and on, and on, so that what we do is eternal.”

I didn’t get to say it to her, to my little figment who I will now call Rose because of her red hair. So I’m saying it to you. We are only here for a short time, but the impact we leave on the world may live on forever. And now I’ve told you this little story about Rose and her fear of fading away, it will go into your inboxes, it will be archived on my blog and in a very real way Rose will longer than I will. And that pleases me.

I hope you’ve found this missive interesting, and I pray these days treat you with love and care.

Thank you and God bless;

~ S. Wallace