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Thoughts On Gift Giving For the Bah Humbuggers

For those who bah humbug the commercialism of the season, THIS VIDEO is how I view gift giving. 

A thoughtful way to CONNECT -- beautiful for the giver, and the receiver. You have been thinking of them, specifically, and out of your love and care for them, you search for - or make -the thing they might like, need or delight in. And you give it. It does not have to cost anything. 
You hope for a smile, a laugh, that it's useful or good for them. Sometimes it brings a tear too. Because there is a wonderful, powerful creation of meaning and feeling between two people from the gesture. Receive with grace. Give with grace. Allow it to be about the OPPORTUNITY for LOVE. 
This is a time of year where there is much joy to be had simply by letting the kid in you enjoy the freaking lights, and bows and the candy, even if it's just in the CVS aisle. As we close a year together, reflect back for lessons and memories, and if it's been very very hard, take comfort that there is a fresh year ahead, and with it, the possibility for things to get better. Focus on the good, find a good person to spend some time with or something rewarding to do when you're blue, so while life may be throwing you some serious curve balls, that will get you through. 
I've been through the wringer, and it can't kill my spirit. Like the birthday candle that won't really blow out...let yourself relight! Because, just like the leaves and the flowers come back again in spring, that is your true nature.


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DRAWING AT L’ ACADEMIE de la GRANDE CHAUMIERE or... A ROOM WITH QUITE A VIEWI relinquished speech completely in trade for the chance to spend an afternoon -  
and as it ended up, several more - drawing live models with a room full of strangers.  The entire time I said not one word. 
I was hiding in plain sight.  
I found my way to a door that led to an archway, that brought me intoa hall with more doors, one of which was ajar. There was a man, wearing glasses and a vest buttoned over a rumpled white shirt, standing at it's entrance,his back pressed against the frame, greeting the people trickling past him into a classroom. I walked beyond that door at a distance, …