There’s something about this season that brings out the magic of dreaming again.

I don’t know if it’s the glowing lights on the trees, or the charm of Christmas music, but there’s just a childlike wonder that feels as if it’s waiting for us around every corner.

I know that the holiday season between Thanksgiving and Christmas is a time of hustle and bustle and running around trying to finish up work tasks and check off our gift list for our loved ones – but there has been something different about this season this year. Something that has brought a slowed down sense of peace for me. 

Do you feel that, too?

While yes, the deadlines and timelines are still there, work is still bustling and bursting at the seams, and there are unanswered emails and texts waiting for me — I’d be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge this gift of being able to see the beauty in the small moments this season. 

• The rich color of a poinsettia. 

• The flicker of the flame in a fireplace. 

• The green moss of the dinner table centerpiece.

The beauty of the simple things has been making sure its presence is known to me. And for that, I am so grateful.

Because I really don’t want to miss these years. I don’t want these years to pass by without *noticing.* Without being present to the small things that make the biggest difference.

There are so many things my heart still longs for and so many goals to check off. But I don’t want that to stop me from noticing and feeling the here and now.

The conversations with the friend right in front of me.

The phone calls with family that live in a different state.

The familiar face at the local grocery store.

Because it’s in the noticing of the here and now that has brought back for me a sense of settledness within myself. A sense of returning…but this time, to something new.

And with that, it’s also brought back the magic of dreaming. 

It’s brought me to a place of thinking back to who I was as a young child. What she was like. What she dreamed about. Who she was. Remembering her, that version of me, has been such a gift in these last few months. 

Because when did we leave behind and forget about the gift of dreaming and imagining and feeling and exploring?

When did we stop remembering who we were?

My day to day right now requires every ounce and bit of energy and focus I have. There isn’t always a lot leftover at the end of the day.

But the magic lies within the margin. 

It’s in the margin of our day that we can slow down to notice the small moments again. 

• The richness of the poinsettia. 

• The flicker of the fire. 

• The green of the moss centerpiece.

The margin of time between waking and starting the work day. The margin of time before bed when the pace of the day slows down. The margin of time before a conversation to become fully present.

The magic lies within the margin.

Because if every moment of our day is taken up and filled up — where is the time to begin dreaming again? The remembering to take the time to dream again.

My hope and heart for you during this Christmas season is that you may find just a couple moments to connect with the childlike wonder we all once had. The space to dream and create and hold belief in ourselves. 

Hold that feeling so close. 

Because you are beautifully and wonderfully made — you have giftings and talents that only you can bring to this world. 

Sometimes it just takes an act of dreaming again— even if it’s just during the margins of our day — to remember what that feels like. And what that looks like.

There’s a little bit of Christmas magic waiting for you. Some childlike wonder asking you to be brave enough to dream again. 

Notice …

• The richness of the poinsettia, 

• The flicker of a flame, and 

• The greenery of the centerpiece. 

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll begin to find yourself again.