Gravitating towards the brighter side of life… especially in the winter season.
I love the fruit-coloured light as the sun begins to set, a feeling of deep down softly things, pointing me to turn away from navel-gazing, to ‘be still and know’.
A day of coffee and Santa music, the warm library as I worked on assignments, the park whose golden leaves shook my soul. Then back to study as my fingers on the keyboard ebbed and flowed, as the low-lying light touched my skin through the windows.
The moment was enough, busyness passed by – ‘nothing to do, nowhere to go’ – just to open my hands and celebrate what was given. As if winter was saying, “Softly, softly, softly now, no need for your mayhem, no need for complaint, just rhythm with me as I rhythm with you, come into my light, come into my darkness.”
My early gifts are endless if I just notice and accept this seasonal goodness, stirring me to hold close all who I love and care for, a fruitful Christmas pudding of dusk and dawn.
Gratitude In All Things 