I open the bag eagerly anticipating the gift inside the shiny, gold wrapping sparkling in the light glinting with promise. Closing my eyes to heighten the moment stretch out the anticipation savor the deliciousness of the moment before recklessly reaching in. What will I find amongst the gifts I’ve been given that have been chosen just for me ? Will I find the patience that I ask for every year hoping to finally slow down and see it all? Will I find the courage I lack wrapped in bravado and false chutzpah or true courage to believe and be brave of heart? Will I find the creativity that I run from waiting for me to accept and finally set it free ? Will I find the compassion that is hiding beneath judgment and contempt for fear of being weak ? So many gifts have been chosen especially for me to enrich my life and fulfill my life’s promise. The bag is ripped open and the gifts fall out tumbling and multiplying like forbidden treasure that elusive chalice of possibility. They burn my skin searing in hope and opportunity covering me in promise enveloping me in anticipation for the time to shine has come.