We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are, and what our relationship is to life and death, what is essential, and what, despite the arbitrariness of falling beams, will not burn.
~ Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
Relishing the dark silence of the morning as Husband and Yorkie still slumber; words my comfort, as always, helping me sort through the chaff to get to the place of truth.
Daily advent readings help me stay grounded in this season, but I still long January. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. I know I’m not alone in wanting to be done with all of this; there contrary comfort in that.
One quiet and rainy Christmas morning when we lived in Washington I stepped outside carrying a special bag of bird seed I had been saving for the day. As I sprinkled the seed and welcomed Christmas I felt at peace. It was one of the nicest, and simplest, Christmas morning moments I can recall.
Proof, again, that simple happy outlasts glitz and glitter.