Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
(C.G. Jung)
Before wrapping paper becomes shredded wads of color in the recycling bin, I imagine who-I-am leaking into an empty box. The first gift is meant for me. It doesn’t need a tag. It needs sorting. Understanding. Not hard censure and not high praise. Acceptance perhaps. And a willingness to change what isn’t working.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Catch the moment and ignore the hype. Then send the message—peace and joy to all. Names on the presents. No labels on the greeting.
terrypetersen 
Peace and joy to you dear Seton class mate!
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