Relative Something

The universe is telling each one of us everything we need to know. Hearing the messages clearly is a trick because the chatter of our own minds serves as both a running distraction and a unique conduit for what the world is telling us. Sorting between the two is no simple task.

I can’t count the number of times I have found myself in the location of a tornado warning and not suffered a direct hit. Too many of those times I have neglected to go into the basement, choosing to stand at a window to observe instead. Hearing survivor stories from the incredibly damaging outbreak Friday that killed scores of people leaves me humbled.

Storms of old are no longer a safe reference for storms today.

Perception is not always reality.

That looks like old man Christmas leaning up against our house but what is up with the size of that tree he is holding?

If the tree is as big as it looks, Mr. Kringle must be HUGE!

Of course he is. His magic covers the world. His message to us is overflowing with peace, joy, love, and goodwill.

Don’t let our busy minds obscure the meaning.

Listen to the love. Send extra doses of love to the victims of the December outbreak of deadly tornadoes across portions of South-Central United States and the Ohio Valley.

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