There has been no time for peaceful rest and reflection. Any rest I take lately is snatched out of time, desperately needed against the day's labor and the work to come. I am bone-tired. I love my job but hate the politics. I crave order, and there is none to be found in my house.

I love having my father here, but the drive back and forth to bring him wears me out. But he is dear, and fragile, and at times it hurts to look at him because I know he won't be around forever. And I look forward to seeing him with the family on Christmas day.

I did manage to get some me time this past week - a massage with my favorite massage therapist, a pedicure, even a haircut. The drama at work is soul-wearying, but I need to remember it's not me. I am not the drama. The drama will not take away my joy in the season.

I love the cold, I love the scent of the fire in the fireplace, the cat purring around my feet. I am safe, warm, happy, and loved. The rest will sort itself out - it always does.

And maybe before the year is gone, I will get that time for true rest and reflection.

I wouldn't mind a taste of the sybaritic life...as long as I didn't have to stay there.

May you find time for rest and reflection amidst the days of merry celebration and bright anticipation.

Blessings...