A Year's Gifts In Brief

Snow has fallen throughout the day. A blanket of dry, white fluff has sifted over the lawn and through the trees. Now and then the wind moans like a tired old grandmother as I sit here tapping on the keyboard. Outside, Venus and the Moon light up the winter sky. It is the last day of the year, time to take stock of the bounty that's rolled in during twelve months of hard work.

First comes the gift of family. My mother's health is improving after a scary time of crisis. Other members of my extended family (cousins, aunts, uncles) have come together all year to support each other through the loss of a beloved uncle. Our family has once again demonstrated its vast capacity to love, forgive, and remain crazy beyond words. Friends come next. This year brought the blessing of new friends in places where I once felt like a stranger. These people have helped me create links to support my writing and the writing of longtime colleagues. Feels like a great harvest. Old friends cannot be overlooked. Some have struggled with obstacles they've never faced before. Their love and humor in the face of adversity is exemplary. Finally, my life would come to a screeching halt if it were not for the insight and work ethic of my clients. I've been blessed with the opportunity to write for people who are leaders in their fields, who have spent their lives helping others, who never lose sight of what is essential. Although deadlines can create enormous stress, these people make me feel that my work means something, that writing well can provide visionary people with the tools they need to help those most in need.

Finally, every day I spend at Pennsyl Pointe is a beautifully wrapped gift. Each time I look out the window at those giant pines, those rising stars, my heart fills with gratitude. The charm and magic of this place keeps me aware of how fortunate I am -- even when my wallet is empty. When we remain mindful of the simple blessings around us, the threat of scarcity is transformed into an old wives tale. Tonight I am the richest writer on earth -- J.K. Rowling, notwithstanding.