Merry Christmas Eve

I rise for my journey south to be with family but read Heather Cox Richardson first, and learn how NORAD started tracking Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve.

From Heather: On December 24, 2025, the North American Aerospace Defense Command, or NORAD, will celebrate seventy years of tracking Santa’s sleigh.

According to legend, the tradition of tracking Santa’s sleigh began in November 1955, when a child trying to reach Santa on a telephone hotline advertised by a Sears, Roebuck & Co. store in Colorado transposed two digits. It was not Santa who picked up the phone, but Colonel Harry Shoup of Continental Air Defense Command, known as CONAD, located in Colorado Springs.

He realized this was an opportunity to promote our air defense system that protected us and Canada from Soviet bombers coming over the North Pole.

A few weeks after the young child’s call, Shoup told his public-relations officer to inform the news wire services that CONAD was tracking Santa’s sleigh as it traveled from his home at the North Pole. Reporters loved the story, and the following year they called to see if the trackers would be operational again.

In 1957,* Canada and the U.S. formed the North American Air Defense Command, or NORAD. By charting Santa’s ride, the agency illustrated the military’s mission to protect the citizens of the continent by tracking an object traveling from the North Pole, over the Arctic Ocean, to Canada, and beyond.

By Christmas Eve 1960, NORAD was posting updates and tracking the flight of “S. Claus.” It reported that the sleigh had made an emergency landing on the ice of Hudson Bay. When Canadian fighter jets stopped by to check on the incident, they found Santa tending to a reindeer’s injured foot. Once the animal was bandaged, the jets escorted Santa’s sleigh as he completed his annual flight. Since then, fighter jets have frequently intercepted the sleigh to salute Santa, who reins in his team to let the slower jets catch up.

Over time, NORAD became the North American Aerospace Defense Command, and its mission expanded to include collecting information about the Earth’s atmosphere, coastal waters, and intelligence. It is still key to U.S. and Canadian defense.

And what began in 1955 as a way to familiarize war-weary Americans with Cold War–era defense systems has become an operation in which more than 1,000 Canadian and American military personnel, Defense Department civilian workers, and local participants near Colorado Springs, where NORAD is headquartered, volunteer to answer the more than 100,000 phone calls that come from children around the world on Christmas Eve. It is a testament to the longstanding U.S.-Canadian friendship.

For one night a year, the hard-edged world of international alliances, intelligence, radar, satellites, and fighter jets turns into a night for adults to create a magical world for children.

And we’re all children!
Rest and Nest
Reflect on our future!

Silence

I sit outside with the book Silence In the Age of Noise by Erling Kagge.

Immersed in silence, I hear leaves fall, the tingle of a windchime, and the giggle of a young child pushed on a swing by her dad.  

From the book: I find myself thinking about how silence can be experienced without the use of techniques. The threshold for finding silence and balance can in fact be lowered.  You don’t need a course in silence or relaxation to be able simply to pause.  Silence can be created anywhere, anytime – it’s just in front of your nose.  I create it for myself as I walk up the stairs, prepare food or merely focus on my breathing. Sure, we are all part of the same continent, but the potential wealth of being an island for yourself is something you carry around with you all the time.

Looking across from Sausalito to Angel Island
Santa plays hooky from the North Pole as he enjoys the sun in Sausalito.
Net reflected in the water, catching silence, not fish.

Complexity

I read about Ken Burn’s offering on the American Revolution, a look at the complexity that led to the formation of the United States. Part of the motivation was a want and desire to expand beyond the Appalachians. I’m reading The Gift of Rain by Tan Twan Eng.  The book begins in 1939, in Penang, and looks at the circumstances that led to WWII in Asia, so focuses on Malaysia, China, and Japan.

We teach children simplicity, good and bad, and that’s necessary at first, like teaching how to get along in society, but then, we mature and learn the complexity of relationship, complexity in ourselves.  We learn to navigate, move, and integrate the pieces we are.

Right now, the United States is divided by those who gain personally in division.  We need to expose our shadow, to look openly at our history and in exposing, embrace a history that is complex. Hiding or denying doesn’t help us now.

In looking at the whole more clearly, we further honor the planet we share.

Branching, discarding, and transforming in the Fall
Sacred Heart
Mushrooms sprout in the rain in our yard
Mr and Mrs Mallard and an egret in the Corte Madera marsh

Enchantment

I meditated in our front garden this morning.  The hummingbirds were out though not in the mood for photos but a bee obliged.

Flowing
Offering
Listening
Lifting



Forest Bathing

Today, a misty, slightly rainy day, I ended up above Muir Woods.  I took the Ocean View Trail to the Canopy Trail down to Redwood Creek.  After a visit to the cafe, I traveled up the Fern Trail back to the top.  I offer photos of my journey.

In one tricky spot, I met three young people enjoying a snack.  As I debated how to traverse the roots, one of the men offered two hands to help me down.  I was reminded of years ago when on a hot day I’d walked from Pantoll down to Stinson Beach where, fully clothed, I walked straight into the Pacific Ocean and swam.  When I emerged, a young boy stood there offering me a towel.  Helpers abound.

Fog swirls across from the Mountain Home Inn
The upper creek is dry in September
Fantasy frolics in the Mist
Dwellings along the Stream
One red rock
Bending to pass and rise up the Fern Trail.

Adaptation

Sometimes life feels like a bunch of pick-up sticks.  Clasped together in our palm, we let go, either willingly or with a push from outside, and the sticks fall, so we’re given the opportunity to  put them back together again in a whole new form.  

I read about humans needing to adapt to increasing heating patterns on the planet. Impermanence.  Change, and how do we meet what comes?

Morning fog on the ridge
A gentle day in Half Moon Bay
Thank you, Rachel Carson, for the gift of pelicans
Hearts are everywhere

How We Meet What Comes

The following poem comes from Stefan Laeng who read it at his meditation class on Tuesday. It is by the late great German comedian Hanns Dieter Hüsch (who was born not far from the birthplace of Charlotte Selver, our teacher of Sensory Awareness,).  It’s his translation with the German original below.

When the soldiers come

Lure them onto the roof of the dove 

Lure them into the nest of the swallow 

Lure them into the cave of the lioness 

Lure them into the forest of the deer. 

Approach them with open hands 

Full of bread, and salt, and fruit, and wine

So that they loose their way in the brushwood of your virtues; 

So that they get lost in the maze of your friendliness. 

Let them be amazed.  

Let their generals and presidents be ashamed. 

Let their henchmen run aground. 

Be a lowland of courtesy 

Intelligence be your weapon 

Patience be your strength 

Love be your narrative 

Your silence be your victory

So that the governors marvel greatly.*

* Some of you may recognize this as a biblical reference. Matthew 27:14

In German:

Wenn die Krieger kommen
Look sie auf’s Dach der Taube
Lock sie in’s Nest der Schwalbe
Lock sie in die Höhle der Löwin
Lock sie in den Wald der Rehe. 


Geh ihnen entgegen mit offenen Händen 

Voll Brot und Salz und Obst und Wein.
Dass sie sich verlaufen im Knüppelholz deiner Tugenden
Dass sie sich verirren im Labyrinth deiner Freundlichkeit. 


Mach sie staunen.
Beschäme ihre Generäle und Präsidenten
Lass ihre Handlanger in’s Leere laufen
Sei eine Tiefebene voll Höflichkeit. 

Dein Gewehr sei die Klugheit
Deine Kraft sei die Geduld
Deine Geschichte sei die Liebe
Dein Sieg sei dein Schweigen
So dass sich die Landpfleger sehr verwundern.

Western Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly

A garter snake slides in for safety
Climb like moss
Golden Slippers stirs the mud

Peace in Every Step

Stunned by the political news I turn to Tricycle Magazine and an article by Lewis Richmond, titled The Power of a Quiet Life.

He describes a time in June 1982 when the nuclear freeze march took place in New York City to protest the “then-burgeoning specter of nuclear war between the US and Russia”.  It was a major event with the route cleared so the crowd of more than a million people could walk from the UN Plaza north to Central Park, a walk of nearly two miles.

Fourteen were chosen to walk in the front. One was Thich Nhat Hanh who gestured to the other thirteen to link arms.  He led the pace with his slow walk, the way he always walked.  This pace wasn’t part of the plan and at this pace, the city of New York would come to a halt.  Thich, who during the Vietnam War, survived all sides and factions wanting to kill him, was resolute.  He stayed with his pace as the monitors directed people to stream on both sides of the line of fourteen people.  The fourteen who began the march, kept their mindful pace and were the last to arrive at the finish line.

Richmond writes:  “We walked, arms still linked, the way Thich Nhat Hanh wanted us to walk, the way Buddha surely walked when he was in the world. Thich Nhat Hanh made the Buddha come to life that day.” 

Thich Nhat Hanh: ‘Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet’.

Bivalve Shell on rocks on Rodeo Beach

Dreams

The rain continues and my dreams these days are about children, saving the children.  I’ve been spending time with my four year old grandson, so perhaps that’s part of it, seeing his innocence and division into “good guys” and “bad guys” and wondering how we might navigate balance and come to peace.  

He was into swords for a time, but now he has become Robin Hood so the swords have become a bow and arrow and he wears them on his back tucked into his Robin Hood mask and shirt.

The two of us were at Coyote Point this week, and I was intrigued with this sign. I had no idea how close we came to imitating the East coast with our own Coney Island and Atlantic City. The pungent odor of sewage dumped into the bay saved us from that.

Adaptation
Robin Hood with a furry band of men
Robin Hood banding his men together
No need for a push these days
Enchantment of water, sand, and a stick
He draws himself in the sand – a perfect likeness
Lunch atop a dragon.

Solstice

It’s a day to pause as the light begins to shift and we prepare to enter a new year.

May this be the year we move into the heart of longing for peace and release the tools and words of war.

I watched a video of the poet Jane Hirshfield last night. She spoke of how Kinship will save us, the acknowledgment of our interconnection.  Perhaps we could say to every tree we pass: sister, sister, sister.  We can ask our natural friends, our relatives, the mountains and plants, what they can teach us.  This is a time to listen. 

I’ve always loved the work of Alexander Calder, his mobiles and circuses.  Jane was asked if darkness is required in great art.  She used his work as an example of such lightness, beauty, and happiness that reflection is required to find the mortality.  It’s in the delicacy of his creations.  They move and sway, fragile in their time here, as are we.  

The psychologist Carl Jung wrote: The whole world wants peace and the whole world prepares for war.

May this be the year we acknowledge our kinship and grow the heart of our desire for peace and the wind and breath chimed grace of love.

Wind Chimes

Here is the link to the talk if you’re interested: