“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by how (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
(often attributed to Maya Angelou, but also has been a quote associated with author H. Jackson Brown, Jr.)
The illustration, however, is by me. I hope your hall decking is coming along smoothly with plenty of music, hot chocolate, and as few tangles as possible.
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
As Solstice nears, let us look to the Peace of the Wild Things to lead us into the light.
We have been getting the boxes of treasures down from the attic, and have taken to nestling them here and there around the house…
Readying for the approaching Christmas holiday and darkened Solstice time.
All the while, Jack Frost has blanketed our little gully with all he could muster and the girls are not quite sure what to think of it all.
They have taken to tapping out coded messages to anyone listening, demanding to be permitted to throw a tea party.
And so, being a fair person, I helped the chickens outfit their own modest home and they are now ready for visitors.
Some are shyer than others….
But they do keep things cozy, with fresh straw.
Won’t you stop in some time?
Things are truly quite festive around here lately.