Month: November 2006
We are now into the holiday season — a joyful time for many, a difficult time for others.
This is the time when we are reminded that family matters most.
If you have family with whom to share the season, you are truly blessed.
If your life has taken you on a path where you have lost touch with family, the echo of emptiness rings loud and hollow in your life.
I am among the blessed. My holidays have only the burden of excess — too many family dinners, too much travel, too many gatherings with too many people. These are the complaints of a rich man who grouses because the gold he has to carry is too heavy. And I know that. Right below the surface is a gratitude so deep it cannot be plumbed.
To see the generations passing, with girls and boys I knew as children now young adults with children of their own; elders, once towering above me in size and accomplishment, now frail and bent, appreciative simply to be in the presence of young people and laughter and hope; young children running and squealing through unfamiliar rooms with cousins they barely know; and my generation, older, greyer, more appreciative of this fragile thing we call family, trying to play our role of holding the center together so we can pass it on to those coming behind us — these are the gifts of this season, and nothing could be more precious.
I hope that you, too, have the gift of family in your life. And I hope that you, too, do what you must to see past the small tensions and hurts and petty distances that all families carry somewhere in their collective hearts. For this is not the season to care about such things. This is the season to marvel at the magic of love and friendship, and to hold precious the fragile gift of those with whom you have been fortunate enough to share life’s passage.
This is the season to do the quiet, unseen act of kindness; to forgive the extra slight; to leave the harsh word or critical comment unspoken. This is the season to find the best in ourselves, and to measure our hearts against the vision of who we would like to be.
I hope you have begun the season well. The steps are stumbling, but the heart is pure. Do what you can to increase love in this world. It is our way, as individuals, to push this crazy, fumbling, beautiful planet forward. And it is the best gift we can offer to those squealing children who run, unmindful, through our family gatherings, binding us to the future with threads of possibility and hope.
In response to requests from many of you, I have, with the help of my family and the good people of the Red Lake Indian Reservation, put together what I feel are some very unique and meaningful gifts for you to share with family and friends.
I did this for a reason.
Those of you who value my books often do so because they give voice to your own beliefs and feelings. They reflect something of your own heart given voice through my words.
This is why I have taken the time to sign each book by hand. I want those who receive a box or basket to know that you cared enough to offer them something personal with the touch of another human hand upon it. I want them to know that you went beyond the ordinary to offer them a gift that speaks from your heart to theirs.
Please click on the images or visit the Gifts and Products page to learn more or place an order.
We have them ready and can ship them to you as soon as your order is received.
We can also answer questions or personalize a box or basket if you should so choose.
Within the next two weeks we should also have the CD of Small Graces available, and we can always offer you the simple gift of a personalized book with a message inscribed inside.
Please contact us with your thoughts or ideas. We want to help make this a season of giving in the best and truest sense of the word.