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“Please open wide,” he said in soothing tones. Goggled, bibbbed, and slightly tilted backwards upon his dental chair, I closed my eyes and prayed, “God’s care,” with each breath. Bit by bit, I felt my body relax, my spirit welcoming God’s hands replacing the filling from my molar that had fallen out. With Jessica’s assistance, the hole was soon filled. A simple procedure, yes, but one that I had dreaded, given my weakness and shortness of breath and coughing spells.

Indeed, I did experience God’s care tending my damaged tooth, yesterday, and for twenty years, his specialty in biological dentistry that informs his practice; it has kept me well with dental products compatible to my bio-chemical make-up—No metals of any kind in my mouth.   

When it was time to part, his eyes smiling, he placed his large hand upon mine and said, “I wish you well.” In that moment, our spirits co-mingled within deep joy, evidence of His healing touch.

His name is Dr. G. Michael Rehme, DDS, located in Town and Country, Missouri. His son Michael, a dentistry practitioner, has recently joined the practice.

How often have little girls identified with Clara dancing in the arms of her Nutcracker King and later found themselves holding onto the barre in mirrored practice rooms, stretching and standing on point? They would become like Clara, moving effortlessly within storied ballets.

Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker Ballet (1892) is one of these; it is loosely based upon the Prussian Romantic E. T. A. Hoffman’s fairy tale, The Nutcracker and the Mouse King. The resulting two-hour production penetrates imaginations and transports audiences, worldwide, to clashes between good and evil.

The ballet opens with the Stahlbaums and their children, Fritz and Clara, welcoming guests to their Christmas Eve party. A late arrival, Clara’s godfather and village toy-maker, presents her with a hand-carved Nutcracker whose grim countenance was to protect her from evil and surround her with good. But in the children’s ensuing tussle with the Nutcracker, it gets broken, and Clara grieves the loss of her protector before falling asleep beneath the Christmas tree.

Within her larger-than-life dream, the bandaged Nutcracker in her arms, she enters worlds of darkness and light: the vanquishing of the seven-headed Mouse King and his army of mice, followed by the sleigh ride with the Nutcracker King to the Land of Sweets, filled with dancers from around the world.  

The composer’s discovery of the celesta, in Paris, adds a tinkling to the ballet’s score and seems to lighten the intricate steps of the dancers. Especially is this true of the Sugar Plum Fairy who moves like breeze-lilting streamers in a rose garden.

No wonder that The Nutcracker Ballet has become a Christmas tradition through the generations.

The Sacred Feminine is the ancient voice who sings the song of creation…that brings the divine spark into being—a quote taken from the Oneness of Life website. This description, in my perception, imbues each word in the 1941 novella, The Snow Goose written by Paul Gallico, a classic for generations.

Readers care deeply about the characters: the snow goose, the hunchback artist Philip, and skittish Fritha. Readers care about the setting: the abandoned lighthouse—home to Philip—off the coast of Essex, England, the teeming wildfowl from other continents, the restless sea of blues, greens and grays, and winter’s sting. Readers also care about the leitmotif of brokenness, exacerbated by the onset of World War II.

Within this breathing world of extremes, sparked by glimpses of the Sacred, readers can make peace with their own life passage; others, as well. Despite irregular joinings and awkward beginnings, everything fits together, and newness emerges to continue the song of creation.

In its utter simplicity, The Snow Goose speaks to our Covid-enmeshed world, a restless sea filled with uncertainty, change, even death. Denial, rationalization, and idealization have no place here, as also in the novella—Both Philip and Fritha face daunting experiences that brilliance their true spirits.

Certainly no one expected such upheavals in the fabric of our accustomed lives, but they are here. Acceptance pries open hearts, lets go of the inevitable, and deepens trust in the Sacred Feminine…the ancient voice who sings the song of creation…that brings the divine spark into being: within you and me.

Together, we help facilitate freshness in barren places and breathe deeply, despite winter’s hoarfrost. For this, total reliance upon the Sacred Feminine is critical.

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