Last night I met this Santa Claus at the Drum Circle on Nokomis Beach. The first and last time I talked to a Santa Claus was when I was in first grade in Fredericksburg Ohio. That was more than fifty years ago. I sat on his lap and he asked me what I want for Christmas? I was a little Amish girl too scared to open my mouth, so all I got was a bag of candy.
But last night he had been drumming when we arrived. Soon he quit drumming and made his way around the circle. After visiting a bit I opened up my mouth and started sharing with him. I don't know what prompted me but I just talked and he listened. When he talked, we had much in common. We both went into a very religious setting seeking for Truth. We didn't find what we were seeking for and so we both left. Later we both found the Way, the Truth and the Life.
My bottom line is I am amazed again at who and what I find in questionable places and settings. Last night I processed all that transpired between Santa Claus and I, on Nokomis Beach, in a Drum Circle. I don't know if the processing is finished but my conclusion for now is: I won't judge.