Portland is getting the holiday spirit on - its bling.
I can see the bling, but don't usually feel it because my annual
"do I really believe in all of this stuff"
mind debate kicks in like clockwork every year
right after Thanksgiving.
But then, every year the internal war ends. In a draw.
Nothing wins, no one looses.
I simply walk out into the night, look up at the stars on the eve
and report to the universe that I believe.
I don't know exactly what I believe quite yet - I'm only in my late 60s.
I just stand there small in comparison,
but big and brave in song and let it rip.
Then I go back indoors, climb into bed and forget the whole debate until next year.
It is a peculiar holiday tradition.