Closing Out

Our home feels different this morning. It is the first morning since before Christmas that it’s just been the two of us (three of us, if you count Maya) waking up. It has been a full and joyous season, but I am looking forward to a good measure of silence, solitude, and stillness. I’m going

Winding Down

“Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?” Gerry asks from the living room where he’s watching junior hockey with the sound off. ”I’m going to do a whole lot of not very much,” I say as I stir a pot of turkey stew.. ”I’m going to sleep in,” says Makiya, looking up from the jigsaw puzzle

Abundance

Makiya is excited to sit in the hot tub after their journey so, not long after they arrive, we three girls have a soak and a chat. She started writing the annual Christmas play in the car on the way down, later she conducts interviews and, with great ceremony, chooses a director (Laurinda). I assume

Joy

I wake with anticipation: our girls arrive today! The quiet contemplation of Advent is about to give way to the joy of Christmas as seen through the eyes of a child. In these quiet, solitary, early moments of the day, I rest in gratitude. This dark December season has been a sweet one, and I

Late-Night Reading

Must. Stop. Reading. Just kidding, I’ll never stop reading, but I do have to stop allowing it to rob me of sleep. Or do I? Waking this morning, hours past the time I like to begin the day. Not a huge problem, but it messes with my routine. And I do like routine. Ah well—onward