I refute clichés and fight them at every turn. (Perhaps it’s the writer in me?) But this Monday morning shaped up to be simply awful! It began with a less than shining example of relationship bliss, unhappy news and… what’s this? Not another meme tag! Thanks Susan!! If they hadn’t all been tossed on the floor, I would have crawled back under the blankets rather than face this miserable Monday.
Suffocating under morning traffic and fighting back tears, I barely gave a thought to what I might want for Christmas. After all, I’m in the midst of shedding possessions and the definitions that encumber them. I already know what I want – and it isn’t a thing – all I want resides within the soul of one particular man. That’s it. Nothing more. So employing my lavish imagination won’t yield the treasure expected from this Christmas Meme. It simply isn’t in me this time. I'm sorry.
My telepathic plaintive cries were heard. I was given marching orders to call off the day midstream and head up to Timberline. I didn’t give it a moment’s hesitation. Trapped in gunmetal shades of black, white and grim, I hurried my escape. Little by little, stress and hopelessness began to fall back with the rising elevation. Then a slice of sun landed in my lap like a golden trinket. Rising above it all, I felt the shimmering weightlessness of separation. Light and light. That in-between place that exists between land and sky. It was perfect. And suddenly I knew.
All I want for Christmas is my very own mountain!
It requires no assembly, leaves no carbon footprint, there's no packaging to dispose of, no shipping fees, children weren’t exploited in it’s manufacture and no animals were harmed in testing. My sweetheart won’t need to spend the requisite two years’ income to purchase it, and it will never, ever go out of style. What gift could be more perfect?
(I know! NOT tagging anyone!!)