Photo by S. Auberle
Though I've made it a tradition the last few years to post the beautiful letter of Fra Giovanni on Christmas Eve, this year I want to share a part of the piece "Christmas Eve in Door" by my mentor and friend--Norbert Blei, who died this year...
"I think of my family in other places. I think of friends spread out in so many directions. I think of my own journey in place this Christmas Eve in Door.
I think . . .of Christmas as spirit, alive in all men, in all seasons, in all places, and how it flickers in the darkest recesses imaginable. I think of my gift, my work: to find the people, the place, the time, the words and forms to say these things for all, yet make them mine.
Call it Christmas. Call it spirit. Call it love. Call it light.
In the midnight hours I read a Hopi incantation, and turn to sleep:
The day has risen.
Go I to behold the dawn.
Go behold the dawn!
The yellow rising!
It has become light.
And on Christmas morning, on the road, a clarity of sky, a gift of sun."
excerpted from the book "Door Steps" by Norbert Blei, The Ellis Press, Peoria, IL
the words "Find Me In My Writing" on his tombstone...