I startled a young black snake: he
flew over the grass and hid his face
under a leaf, the rest of him in plain sight.
Little brother, often I've done the same.
It's Christmas Day and wonder where I shall hide today. In calls to relatives far away? In the festive mid-day meal? In the special treat of a matinee? Today I celebrate gratitude and the gifts of the spirit and the body, while in plain sight, on the front page, on the news, and on the faces around me there are those who cannot hide from hardship. Today I think I shall go searching for a tale I can get a hold of and pull the feelings from my heart so that I might face all that is, and so that I might love all that is.
What tale shall you face today?