click balm

{image from a downloadable ornament file from the etsy duo: hello handmade}

Those have to be some of the simplest most beautiful lyrics. Don't we all wish that all were calm and all were bright?

I just read a commencement speech last night by Anne Lamott, and it was balm. Here's a little portion, but click balm to read the whole thing. How often to you get a chance to click balm?:

I'd been wanting to be a successful author my whole life. But when I finally did it, I was like a greyhound catching the mechanical rabbit she'd been chasing all her life -- metal, wrapped up in cloth. It wasn't alive; it had no spirit. It was fake. Fake doesn't feed anything. Only spirit feeds spirit, in the same way only your own blood type can sustain you. It had nothing that could slake the lifelong thirst I had for a little immediacy, and connection.

So from the wise old pinnacle of my 49 years, I want to tell you that what you're looking for is already inside you. You've heard this before, but the holy thing inside you really is that which causes you to seek it. You can't buy it, lease it, rent it, date it or apply for it. The best job in the world can't give it to you. Neither can success, or fame, or financial security -- besides which, there ain't no such thing. J.D. Rockefeller was asked, "How much money is enough?" and he said, "Just a little bit more."

Finally, a little holiday song from ye olde Beatles. I used to have a cassette of all of their zany Christmas messages and I really miss it.