The temperature near freezing this morning, clouds muting the light, I came in from hanging a suet cake for the birds and cutting some lichen-covered limbs that had fallen; branches to burn in a...
Last year at this time it would have been difficult to imagine this holiday season, the changes in our way of life, and the amount of stress we would be confronted with.
In the midst of these unexpected challenges and the loss of two loved ones from our life, I am aware of the importance of making space within ourselves for all of the emotions we are experiencing - good and bad. I fell just after my November blog post and injured my shoulder while jumping across our creek. A nurse walking me back from an x-ray responded to my mention of the large sequined broach she was wearing that depicted a smiling flower by telling me she made it herself hoping to make people smile. "And to keep my own spirits up. To remind myself when I look in the mirror that despite how angry and discouraged I am about all of this" (and she made a hand movement that included a sweep of the medical station, and people walking in protective clothing and our own masks as metaphors I suspected) "that I am and we all will be okay." What a terrific treatment intervention (along with the sling and restraint she put on my arm) to have made with me. We are. And we will be. Okay. Here we are at the Winter Solstice once again. The hallmark that the light is returning. I'm building a campfire on Christmas Day even if it rains.
Whatever your beliefs and traditions I hope you will join me - by a fireplace, with your own campfire, with a candle, a string of lights in a jar - the light of your own inner hope for the future.
And until next time don't forget - it's the season of winter ghost stories. All the more reason to huddle up by the fire. So lock the doors, grab a wooly throw, and let the shivers begin.
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All the best. See you in the year ahead!