Same message, another year: Go home. Stay home. Be at home. Dream of home. There are many things I love about this holiday, but perhaps foremost among them is its ability to make the world stop in its tracks. Which means there's really nowhere to be other than where you belong or where you are. Lucky, lucky you if both those places are the same place and there's a tribe there to which you belong: That's home. I intend to make merry, and hope you'll find an opportunity to do the same. For at least one day, I'll try to be worthy of all the beautiful things I did absolutely nothing to deserve.
BZ on xmas










