Stomping on Eggshells

Tonight I heard something that hit home like Sammy Sosa.
Tonight I recognized new triggers; both good and bad.
Tonight I rocked out my new Camp KriKri uniform; my Me Attire: a black silk nightgown, fuzzy house-booties and my thinking cap; a.k.a my furry, brown trapper hat that was last year's most novel and cherished Christmas gift.

I received more for Christmas this year than I ever could have hoped for: laughter, presence, life, connectedness, praise, acceptance, honesty, accountability, joy, pun-kin pie, snap-moments that stretched into infiniteness, unspoken-ness unfettered and brought to life... brought to truth...

And that's cooler than my Nikon coolpix and my Virgin Mary flask. Just barely. They were all great gifts, really.

I also offered more than I could have imagined: Unfair projections of stress, loneliness, immaturity and selfishness.
Deepest apologies to the recipients. What can I say?
It's Christmas. The Final Act of this wondrous year. The Two Minute Warning for 2006 and I am simultaneously running out Breath and breathing New Life into these lungs, this spirit, this heart in it's wrapper.

I'm a little on edge. Yet oddly centered.

Maybe it's all the gravy. Wine. Pills. Parliaments. Pitstop bathrooms. Giftwrap. Photos. Hugs. Maybe, it's just Me.

I assembled more things this year than ever before: Thomas the Train, Radioflyer Red Wagon, Bruschetta, Faux-Fireplace, Friendship, Possiblity, Closure, Adult Krissi. They were all put together clumsily. Sometimes, reluctantly, wearily. And that's okay.

I hope all of you received presents and presence this XMas. I did. And it meant Everything. And Everything is Something. And Something is more than Nothing. And, to Me, that's A Lot....