Words rest gently on my mind as I surface from slumber: a blanket of grace. I consider reaching for my iPad to tap them out—these, and others that have come with them—but I don’t.
They’re not especially profound, but these words could be the pier from which I jump into something deeper—or maybe they’re just something I brought back from the dreaming place.
I let them simmer for a bit, then fall back asleep with grace on my mind. That’s a gift right there.
Now a new day, and a new week—a week that will culminate in the shortest day of this year that’s fast winding down. Light arrives soon, and with it begins the long climb up and out.
For now, I just stay wrapped up in that blanket.
It’s hard to believe that the shortest day of the year will soon be here! Thanks for reminding me, Linda—so can savor it!
For the most part, I’m appreciating these dark days and a different pace, but I will be happy when we turn the corner at the solstice!