Some Christmas Thoughts

Maya Angalou writes that once we realize that the world owes us nothing, then we realize that everything we are given is just that--a gift.

What are my gifts from my world?

My family--this group of people has nurtured me since I appeared on this planet and continues to give gifts to me. My mother and step-father love me unconditionally and let me know it often. They support me in all of my endeavors and only want blessings in my life. My sisters and their amazing families continue to amaze and delight--these women are building such lives for themselves and it is always a gift to watch their children and grandchildren grow and move into the world. My younger brother and his wife and two daughters in China give a gift every time they share a picture or write an email or say a prayer....they know what they mean to all of us! My aunts and uncles, cousins and extended family members, step-sisters, step-mother and everyone else connected to me by blood or marriage give the gift of their time and presence in my life. It is always greatly appreciated and loved. Even the memory of those no longer with us is a gift. It is a gift to remember their love and works. Thank you!

My tribe--Those people who have chosen to remain in my life through our various connections whether from college, a past love affair, a chance meeting or random attachment. That you remain in my life is a constant and visible gift--one that echoes through every aspect of my life. You challenge me, lift me up, give me wisdom and advice, provide succor and amusement and basically show me new ways to love. Your lives give this world much--you are all professionals, immersed in the various rhythms of your lives and yet always manage to create our symphony when we are together. And for those of tribe who have moved on, whether through estrangement or death, your vast energy and presence leaves a void that we will never fill--we just gingerly dance around it, look in, remember, laugh and love and eat some more.

My church--who would have ever thought that I would finally realize the need for a church in my life. What a gift! This congregation supports and loves me and lets me share my gifts with them. Talk about a theological win/win situation!

My work--the simple fact of being present in the world of WATC is a gift that grows me professionally and intellectually and is one I cherish deeply.

My theater friends--the gift of your talents (and that I can share in those on occasion) is one of the highlights of my life. I know, at the end of my life, on looking back, my theatrical experiences will be some of the brightest stars in my memories.

My city--what a treasure Wichita is! What a gift to live in such a vibrant, beautiful city! Such a well-kept secret--do we dare let anyone know? They might move here and ruin it! Or possibly, add their own gifts to our community.

So, I guess the reason for this post is gratitude. I am grateful for the gifts that are present in my life, in my memory and in my heart.

Peace and love,

Paul