It happens so suddenly, that after Christmas feeling. Just a few days ago we were awaiting the magic and now it is past.
Personally I feel a kind of peace to have things back to normal, but also I feel a sense of loss.
I love the idea that it can be Christmas all year long, that we can keep that Christmas spirit, but if that was perfectly true the magic of Christmas would be lost.
I love gathering. I love the beauty of the lights. I love the season.
On the other hand, I do not love the winter. I just try to accept it.
I must adapt to this new season. This season of winter, with all it’s faults, beholds a great deal.
It is a time to renew and prepare.
It is a time to collect out thoughts.
A time to collect out thanks.
In all the barren and bareness, there is so much joy and hope.
So much anticipation of what might become.
Those bare branches will bloom again. I just have to wait.
Over the past four months I have visited a local Syrian family who has moved to our community. I have watched them adapt to winter so easily, with such gratefulness and acceptance.
It is cold, yes.
It is slippery. It is wet. It is windy.
There is also a fire in my wood stove.
The pantry is stocked.
Life is good here.
Watching someone else appreciate the peace here has made me more grateful in general.
When I start to waver I remember that others have come a long way to be in these blizzards.
Many other wait, and dream of the day that they can build a snowman with their children.
So there is loveliness in the bare trees.
When the roads are bad I will try to just settle in,
find some hand work,
say my prayers,
and be grateful even when things about the winter are getting own my nerves.
The pond was fit for skating yesterday. Today it is ten degrees.
This photo of my friends was taken by a photographer from the states who was here on a Rotary International Film crew. It is so beautiful.
I am hooking neutrals…..