BEING WRAPPED: GIFT

“And quhen thai had opnyt thar tresouris, thai offrit to him giftis; gold, ecens, and myrr.” (Matthew 2:11 in Scots)

Show us the gift you got.

All that red-tape. All that wish-list-bull-shit.

Was it a dog? Did it come to your door, bird-in-mouth? Did it know?

Was it that country wrapped in snow? The car you drove home in?

Did you love it?

Gift is the peace of wild things.

Gift is waited for; gift is celebration.

The first harvest of the season!

Gift is a way of seeing.

What are you giving away? Is it yours to give?

Gifts can be lies showing up as gifts. Gifts can be things showing up in unexpected places.

Across the sea they call it poison. Across the sea they call it marriage.

Here, I visit your house, I bring candles.

Maybe it’s politeness.

But what if gift is a need to you, like water:

like, could you bring us a glass of water filled with sky?

We want what you can’t give.

Or can you?

What if you can give like the sun?