Dear Pneuma,
Wow. Haven't written for an entire month. Luckily, I know you always enjoy receiving letters from me. What's new? How is the weather in your part of the world?

Weather here is cold. And hard. We're living here in ice. Yet, it is that time of the year again, a time of thawing and opening. A time of warmness and "cheer." I am feeling it this year. Twice now, I have been choked up with a feeling of simple contentment in the midst of Christmas music.

Not Muzak, mind you. I'm talking about the real thing: choirs and small ensembles, surrounded by intimate light, a community of trustworthy people, and songs with real meat in them. "The steward has provided this, in honor of the King of Bliss, which on this day to be served is, in reginensi atrio." This is Christmas as I love it, Christmas, as an adult in a world of rush, hurry and buy, that focusses on simple love, gratitude of enough, and the idea that we are called to be kind and hopeful in the middle of sleeting ice and snow.

That's it for tonight. My Beloved calls, and tomorrow awaits.

Take Care,
Cobalt Dreams.