In the rhythm of late afternoon I came this Christmas day to all that is holy to me.
Here, where there is no “dead of winter”.
Here, forest so teeming with life, it sprouts up tiny green, fresh and new through a carpet of dead leaves.
It takes root, births light, sustenance, and flows in ever widening rivulets down the mountainside.
I flow along … a happy wanderer … led by grace.
Happy Holidays Everyone, from my neck of the woods to yours…
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Lovely. May grace bless your days throughout the coming year.
Thank you so much, Susan!