In yesterday’s mail there was an envelope from my sister. Inside a drawer of old Christmas cards she’d found a note that I sent to my mom after Christmas 1993.
Mom & Dad –
Thank you for an extra special Christmas that was full of quiet, listening, and generous giving. I have so much to appreciate. Thank you for celebrating it with me.
As always, everything was perfect.
Your Karen
I can’t remember the Christmas or the card. I know that 1993 was the hardest year of my life, but I had pulled myself back from an abyss and begun my practice. I can imagine how tenderly aware and grateful I must have been for the first time.
I wasn’t in the practice of writing such notes to my folks. We don’t know how it came to be with my sister, or why my mother might have saved or shared it. Perhaps because she had been waiting for it for so long.
As always, everything is perfect.
Thank you, Maezen, for your always thoughtful posts. Happy 2014.
Comment by Jude Smith — January 4, 2014 @ 7:00 am
Seems somewhat tilted, one-sided: that “Everything is PERFECT” Maybe try: “Everything is”
Comment by daniel — January 4, 2014 @ 9:50 am
“Tenderly aware” gives me goosebumps.
Comment by Roos — January 4, 2014 @ 10:26 am
Everything is perfect as it is. Such are the perfections.
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — January 5, 2014 @ 7:56 am
I think it beautiful. So tender. Such a loving reflection as well. Gratitude really is a “heartopener”.
Comment by SK — January 6, 2014 @ 3:41 am
beautiful, thank you for sharing
Comment by Colleen — January 19, 2014 @ 6:56 pm