Photo: ALCIB Each year, the same thing: I m can see it on the morning of December 24, we are on the eve of Christmas and I have done virtually nothing of what I promised myself to do before Christmas Eve with family. My psychoanalyst, if I had one, would surely an excellent reason for that ...
Yet I have not been idle: with the exception of the moments of fatigue when I only read or watch some movies and series of UK emissions, it seems to have been quite busy these last weeks . We must believe that on my list of activities, some of them concerned the preparation of Christmas. This could be explained, I believe, by the fact that I think more of Christmas celebrations which I would like to attend only those that I will know really ...
Friends are still very expensive and terribly tested for them this holiday not look anything like the celebrations they experienced in the past. "Do not think we're happy," someone wrote me a few days ago. I still no word of other people that I love. I will think of each other in wishing everyone a bit of calm, comfort and lots of love. I rejoice with those who are happy and I will be with all my heart with those for whom these moments of celebration are more difficult and painful.
I got some loyal readers beautiful and deeply moving personal messages to which I answer in the meantime my personal response, they are publicly acknowledged. A distant friend just call me. I am preparing to go join some members of my family ... Gradually, I go into the Christmas spirit.
This morning when I went to open the blinds of the room, I heard a noise at the window as if someone wanted to go (I live in an apartment on the sixth floor). Since the awning on this side was half closed, it took me a little while to see, perched on the edge of the window, two birds that I do not know and I've never seen from as close (it was neither of seagulls or pigeons or sparrows or tits). I stayed several minutes watch them groom themselves and bask in the sun. I want to believe they were carrying a message of peace and tenderness.
I wish everyone, each of you a very merry Christmas, under the sign of serenity, joy, love and sharing. That tenderness accompanies every thought, every word, every move you make.
Alexander had long endorsed this rule of life that can encompass all dimensions of life on earth, he himself was an excellent example: "Good thinking. Word. Good action. "
Friends are still very expensive and terribly tested for them this holiday not look anything like the celebrations they experienced in the past. "Do not think we're happy," someone wrote me a few days ago. I still no word of other people that I love. I will think of each other in wishing everyone a bit of calm, comfort and lots of love. I rejoice with those who are happy and I will be with all my heart with those for whom these moments of celebration are more difficult and painful.
I got some loyal readers beautiful and deeply moving personal messages to which I answer in the meantime my personal response, they are publicly acknowledged. A distant friend just call me. I am preparing to go join some members of my family ... Gradually, I go into the Christmas spirit.
This morning when I went to open the blinds of the room, I heard a noise at the window as if someone wanted to go (I live in an apartment on the sixth floor). Since the awning on this side was half closed, it took me a little while to see, perched on the edge of the window, two birds that I do not know and I've never seen from as close (it was neither of seagulls or pigeons or sparrows or tits). I stayed several minutes watch them groom themselves and bask in the sun. I want to believe they were carrying a message of peace and tenderness.
I wish everyone, each of you a very merry Christmas, under the sign of serenity, joy, love and sharing. That tenderness accompanies every thought, every word, every move you make.
Alexander had long endorsed this rule of life that can encompass all dimensions of life on earth, he himself was an excellent example: "Good thinking. Word. Good action. "
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