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!

Candlelight

These days I’m with the magic of candlelight even as I read the news.

I was on a Zoom Call on Monday and AI gave a beautiful summary of the experience and journey.

We can thank Chat GPT for this as posted by Heather Cox Richardson.

When G. Elliott Morris of Strength in Numbersasked ChatGPT to fact-check an article for him yesterday, the chatbot couldn’t get its head around modern America. It told him there were “multiple factual impossibilities” in his article, including his statements that “[t]he current Secretary of Defense is a former talk show host for Fox News,” “[t]he Deputy Director of the FBI used to guest-host Sean Hannity’s show,” and “Jeanine Pirro is the U.S. District Attorney for DC.”

“Since none of these statements are true,” it told Morris, “they undermine credibility unless signposted as hyperbole, fiction, or satire.”

But of course, Morris’s statements were not “factual impossibilities.” In the United States of America under President Donald J. Trump, they are true.

May that change as people wake and vote for democracy, support, unity, and humanity.

A burning candle shows the many ways to give and offer Light!

Testing

I was speaking with my son who is dealing with some challenging health issues.  How do we meet what comes?  How do we see this world that Trump and cronies are turning upside down?  Life is a series of tests, and we test our response.

And now the days are shorter.  This morning, I see stars shining in the sky, beacons prompting us to look within, and bring forth our own light in the dark.  

Tomorrow is a huge day, No King’s Day.  Today, a friend and I are making signs for the protest though I’ll be at my grandson’s birthday party, where snakes are coming to be viewed and held. Snakes aren’t slimy; they are our friends.   

I’m with the Oscar Wilde quote: I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability. 

Let’s prove Oscar Wilde wrong as the country unites in connecting us all as constellations in the sky.  

The beauty and intricacy of a feather
Solids, hard and soft, share a niche!
Reflecting
Stretching

Unity

Today I read what E.B. White wrote for The New Yorker after watching Neil Armstrong take his first step on the moon on July 21, 1069.

E.B. White:

The moon, it turns out, is a great place for men. One-sixth gravity must be a lot of fun, and when Armstrong and Aldrin went into their bouncy little dance, like two happy children, it was a moment not only of triumph but of gaiety. The moon, on the other hand, is a poor place for flags. Ours looked stiff and awkward, trying to float on the breeze that does not blow. (There must be a lesson here somewhere.) It is traditional, of course, for explorers to plant the flag, but it struck us, as we watched with awe and admiration and pride, that our two fellows were universal men, not national men, and should have been equipped accordingly. Like every great river and every great sea, the moon belongs to none and belongs to all. It still holds the key to madness, still controls the tides that lap on shores everywhere, still guards the lovers who kiss in every land under no banner but the sky. What a pity that in our moment of triumph we did not forswear the familiar Iwo Jima scene and plant instead a device acceptable to all: a limp white handkerchief, perhaps, symbol of the common cold, which, like the moon, affects us all, unites us all.

Community
Perception
Trusting what Invites
Stepping with Love

The Protests Today

I went with a friend to Tam Junction near my home.  There were 450-500 of us standing at the freeway exit, so we were seeing people close-up in their cars, coming from north and south.  It was an amazing experience, a cacophony of horns honking and people waving and smiling.  Traffic was slow so there were literal thank you’s as windows rolled down and children and adults smiled and cheered.  Dogs were very interested and supportive. Tears come now as I contemplate the feeling of a unity that unintentionally, and in greed, Trump and his cronies have created.  

My friend and I both took naps when we returned to our homes.  It was a great deal to absorb, so beautiful and freeing to stand with a group of people and sing, “This land is your land, this land is my land.”  Yes, this land is our land. No Kings since 1776.

Now, rested, I open a book, The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin.  

“The universe is only as large as our perception of it. When we cultivate our awareness, we are expanding the universe.

This expands the scope, not just of the material at our disposal to create form, but of the life we get to live.”  

The nature we are, and of which we are a part.
We are a network, connected like mushrooms in the soil from which we rise.

Networking

Researchers have found that land plants evolved on Earth about 700 million years ago and land fungi evolved about 1,300 million years ago.  Fungi connect with mycelium; they network.  

In reading Robert MacFarlane’s book Is a River Alive?, I learn about Giuliana Furci who is known for her advocacy and research into the fungal kingdom.  Her relationship is such that she can be in a car in a dark forest and sense a certain type of mushroom.

She says about hopping out of a car to discover a colony of Avatar-blue mushrooms, “I didn’t see the mushrooms, exactly.  I heard them. If you know how to listen, fungi just … tell you where they are. I’ll get this feeling that there’s a fungus around. I feel, no, I know, that there’s something – no, somebody – who wants to see me. You get a call-out from them.”

“The fuzz in the matrix. That’s still the best way I can describe it. I can say very definitely that it’s a communication – a two-way interaction.  The fungi know I’m there, as well as the reverse. Fungi have a different vibration to plants and animals. The colours move differently, I find. And fungi has a … shine that’s different to the shine of plants. It’s more … opague. And they have a very different energy than plants – much more of a watery or liquid feel.”  

And now we organize a fluid energy to protest against dictatorship and cruelty. We connect and infiltrate to destroy their plans.

As Henry David Thoreau wrote:  “This is the only way, we say, but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre.”

We are radii, connecting through the environmental webs that nourish and sustain us all.  

Mushrooms on the Oakwood Trail in January
Umbrellas for Leprechauns
Transformation Climbs

All One

In “An Unbroken Sequence”, The Dalai Lama and Thubten Chodron write:

A stable, solid body is a mental image superimposed onto a stream of events in the same way that a spinning propeller is seen as a circle. The constant succession of discrete acts of cognition or feeling appears as a monolithic event, just as the rapid change of frames in a film appears as a smooth continuum.

And yet, we often pull ourselves apart to see ourselves as separate, as separate blades or leaves rather than recognizing we are one tree, one world.

My friend Pamela sent me a link to an article by Richard Powers.

https://emergencemagazine.org/essay/a-little-more-than-kin/

I suggest you read it all, but here’s a taste.  

“We’re now in the middle of a family emergency that will test all family ties. Only kin, and lots of it, from every corner of creation will help us much in the terrible years to come. We will need tales of forgiveness and surprise recollection, tales in which the humans and the nonhumans each hold half a locket. Only stories will help us to rejoin human to humility to humus, through their shared root. (The root that we’re looking for here is dhghem: Earth.)

Kinship is the recognition of shared fate and intersecting purposes. It is the discovery that the more I give to you, the more I have. Natural selection has launched all separate organisms on a single, vast experiment, and kinship glimpses the multitudes contained in every individual organism. It knows how everything that gives deepest purpose and meaning to any life is being made and nurtured by other creatures.

Can love, in its unaccountable weirdness, hope to overcome a culture of individualism built on denying all our millions of kinships and dependencies? That is our central drama now. It’s the future’s one inescapable story, and we are the characters who will steer that conflict to its denouement.

To find the stories that we need, we would do well to look to the kinship of trees. Trees signal one another through the air, sharing an immune system that can stretch across miles. They trade sugars and secondary metabolites underground, through fungal intermediaries, sustaining one another even across the species barrier. But maybe such communal existence shouldn’t be all that surprising. After all, everything in an ecosystem is in mutual give-and-take with everything else around it. For every act of competition out there, there are several acts of cooperation. In the Buddha’s words: A tree is a wondrous thing that shelters, feeds, and protects all living things. It even offers shade to the axe-men who destroy it. Incidentally, the same man once said: The self is a house on fire. Get out while you can.”

At Commonweal, a huge tree fell. It would have damaged, if not destroyed a residential building, but a palm tree caught it and saved the building. Luck, or kinship, awareness, and communication?

Water in the bay yesterday – the moving tide
By the marsh – habitat and feast

Courage

It’s a day to honor courage. The word comes from the French, couer, the heart.

We honor one man today, Martin Luther King, Jr.

In 1957, he said:


“I am convinced that love is the most durable power in the world. It is not an expression of impractical idealism, but of practical realism. Far from being the pious injunction of a Utopian dreamer, love is an absolute necessity for the survival of our civilization. To return hate for hate does nothing but intensify the existence of evil in the universe. Someone must have sense enough and religion enough to cut off the chain of hate and evil, and this can only be done through love.”

Spiraling open the layers of Love
So many ways – how does each of us unfold

Building bridges