Darkening Days...

Dear Reader,

During these darkening and wind blown chilly days, this season called Advent finds me reflecting on my past, clinging to the present, and vacillating between hope and despair for an unfolding future. And then the Christmas story emerges and snaps me to attention as to the whole point of everything…

These reflections puddle together here in these words…

 Anticipation Of…

Glittered garlands

Swirls of ribbon

Evergreen scents

    Of leafless silhouettes

Cinnamon, nutmeg, clove infusions

Giggles and guffaws

Warm snuggles under layers of blankets

     Of icy ground

Returning northern shovelers’ swirling dervish dance

And the piping fife of the white throat

And the wide eyed enthusiasm of the titmouse

     Of the brisk invigoration of the crisp chill sprint

Satisfied, bellies

Overflowing hearts

Joy to the World

Settling into Silent Nights

Reflection

     Of days past

Informing hopes and dreams

     Of days to come

We pause

We Celebrate

The Grace and the Gifts received

This day and the next

Brought to us

Year after Year after Year

Arising from tatters and ashes

     Of an ancient and beloved story

     Of a magical, mystical birth

In love, pure and simple

Yet profound.

I’m wondering what you’re thinking these days or are you just really good at being in the moment? Tell me.

With love in my heart and gratitude in my soul,

Susan