Dwelling in Possibility

You know that cartoon bit where someone starts rolling down a snowy hill and as the ball picks up speed it also picks up everything in it's path? People, dogs, trees all get swept into it and then legs, arms and branches stick out of the rolling ball. Then at the bottom the ball breaks apart and everyone jumps up and says, "Ta Da!"
That's what keeps coming to mind as we near this weekend and our son's wedding. We're on the downhill side now and things are moving fast toward the beginning of the fun. Maps have been sent, everything ordered, trips planned, clothes arranged, shoes practiced in and we're almost there. The arrivals and meetings of so many folks whose lives will be henceforth entwined. Sharing memories and laughter around rehearsal dinner tables, at hotel breakfasts, on errands, doing make up--everywhere and anytime. The past and the future, all in one weekend.
I'm so looking forward to celebrating Robert and Carrie this weekend.
And then less than a week later, the celebration of Christmas. More anticipation building and building as the advent season arrives at it's goal.
Anticipation for me is almost as much fun as the actual event sometimes. To set the stage for wonderful things to happen. To dwell in the possibilities of it all.
One of my favorite authors Emily Dickinson wrote this poem called:

I Dwell in Possibility

I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--

Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--

Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--

May today find you not only dwelling in possibility - but downright wallowing!

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