Poem in honor of childhood memories of the holidays, and my father, who left this world earlier this year (break from regular blog):
We used to watch the candles burn to a tip as Mahalia Jackson melted our hearts with song, deep with longing. We used to walk to mass at midnight under falling snow because church was nature and the ritual of being together. We used to sing songs in German, English, and childlike play, my father eagerly singing Five Golden Rings because that's all he knew and it was his special verse to share. Holidays where about coming together, and slowing down long enough to let the night arrive, inch by inch, on Christmas Eve ... and never leave us.
My Novel, Child of Duende: A Journey of the Spirit, is about coming home to that place of ritual and connectedness. It’s available on Amazon at Amazon Page or at http://www.michelleadam.net. It can be ordered at a local bookstore as well. Also, watch a brief video on “duende”, “the spirit of the earth”: YouTube Video