I’ve woken up before dawn here in Mudgee.
The birds woke me.
It’s Christmas morning here.
I had to think – what does that mean?
It means swapping Christmas presents, it means a big lunch, it means family, it means putting aside all those petty grievances and giving out love.
Or trying to.
In Australia it means heat, blasting sunshine or cyclonic storms, it means the beach, it means the bush, it means seafood and beer and talk of cricket and collapsing in the afternoon from too much of a good thing.
But what else does it mean?
Was a special man born today?
Are the stories true?
I’m not a Christian, but in my own quiet way I’ll take time to celebrate the day as a Holy day. Soon I’ll go downstairs and meditate, and consider the wonder of it all.
I’ve learnt a lot this past twelve months.
I’ve learnt that it’s all very simple, really.
You’ve just got to trust & surrender.
And ignore fear.
And know that what you need is in your heart.
Hey – thank you.
All of you.
Thank you for helping me make this an extraordinary year.
You’re amazing, you mob.
Each one of you.