MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, FELLOW HUMANS

by Wolf Pascoe on December 25, 2013

Halloween-printWoke at 7:00, stiff as usual.

Downstairs, opened one present with Nick: a steampunk rhino (stuffed animal) Nora had gotten him. We have orders to wait for her to wake before opening any others.

Nick has resumed his hour of screen time.

In my study, a new blotter I requested from Santa. I hadn’t thought Nora had time to order it. Under the clear lucite writing surface, a card inscribed:

Merry Christmas, Sugar Plum.

The image above isn’t of Christmas, of course. But Halloween begins the season, as far as I’m concerned. Besides, you can’t have too much Grandma Moses.

None of this is why I’m writing to day.

I’m writing because of the email below, received this morning from my friend Chuck, who instructed “Pass it on.”

Chuck is a bodacious writer who’s had his share of troubles; he’s currently “between homes” as he says, living with and caring for a convalescing friend. So here you go:

MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS, BROTHERS, SISTERS, FELLOW HUMANS

Yup, midnight at the well of souls. Christmas, if only barely,
Blessed be thy houses
May the coming year bring you much joy, love, wealth, and all good things.

Remember, things that seem small are great gifts

Waking up each morning. getting to feel whatever emotions come forth, from joy to pain, laughter to tears, hunger to satiation, coughing to deep full breaths

driving slow behind a big truck, getting stuck in traffic, having a cold, having an orgasm, or having a rash, getting scratched by a kitten, or holding a baby with poopy drawers,

laughing, crying, dreaming, slipping on the ice, rolling your car, losing a fortune. You have to be alive to do these things. You have to survive these things to be able to weep or laugh about them.

EACH is a little miracle, or event, or moment. Each is a gift of indescribable beauty or horror. But you have to be alive to have them.

New day dawning in a few hours. Cold or warm. rainy or sunny, snowy or dry. A new day. Dig it. Breath deep the breath of the world. Eat each day. Taste it, Because each day eats you. Fair is fair.

Oh heck, what do I know? Not much. More than some. less than many. Merry Christmas all. Glad you woke up today. Glad you’re on the planet. pass it on.

Much love

Chuck

All good.

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Breathing for Two, the Audiobook. In the Christmas spirit:

Breathing for Two, my short short, poetic dissection of life at the head of an operating table, has just been released as an audiobook. Audible.com has given me a limited number of free copies to distribute to potential reviewers. If you’d like one, email me directly (wolfpascoe@gmail.com) for the promotional code. Include the word “Audiobook” in the subject line.

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EXPRESS YOURSELF!

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Just Add Father is listening. (Add your thoughts by clicking a few lines below below, where it says comments or add one. I always respond here.)

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Barbara December 27, 2013 at 7:27 pm

Chuck is a wise man. Thank you for listening to him and passing it on. And may your new year be full of blessings!
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Wolf Pascoe December 29, 2013 at 3:49 pm

Bless us everyone!

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