I squealed to see the gift of capturing the solitary hawk in flight over the frozen lake. It was the shadow painted that made my heart sigh.

The shepherds did not have the benefit of breaking internet news expert analysis and rebuttal to explain what they were seeing and hearing. They didn’t run for shelter or fear the end of the world. The Wise Men did not have Garmin or MapQuest to direct their path. None took selfies, tweeted or posted on Facebook their location and sights. Oh yes, wonderful ways to stay in touch with those near to our hearts but distant in miles. But still….

This Eve of eves, may their visions, simple acceptance, and presence in the moment be the gift we seek. May the Eve, like the frozen lake, reflect the shadow of hope, goodness, light and fear not, upon all our hearts.  Like the frozen lake, may our hearts find their wings.

This Eve of eves, a bookmark, a gentle shadow painted upon my heart, bowing to each of you.