I often wonder.
How big can our love be?
Does it stop with ourselves? Is our love only for our individual human self, our Kathy, our John, our Diana, our Lee Ann, our own precious being wearing this human flesh?
Does our love shine fuller, brighter? Does it encompass our friends, those who think like we do? Does it beat swifter for those who seem like us, who resonate, who agree? Does it wrap its loving blanket around our pals, our best friends, our dear ones, our companions? Is this sweet love how we recognize the world?
In-between the woods.
Shhh, dear reader. Let’s whisper.
Let’s lower our voices.
Because this is the in-between time.
It’s in-between Christmas and New Years.
It’s in-between gift-giving and a brand new start.
It’s in-between the old and stagnant–and the unknown.
Posted in December 2018
Tagged 2018, 2019, birth, Christmas, gratitude, hope, imagination, inspiration, new possibilities, New Years, please, thoughts, unknown
Dear Blogging Friends,
I am having one of “those” Christmas Eve moments. I’m sure some of you have had them too. Those moments when you’re suddenly feeling blue, out-of-sorts, dismal. It’s not yet time to open gifties (that’s tomorrow morning in our house) and it’s not yet time to make Christmas Eve dinner to share with one’s husband. It’s not time to call all the faraway kids and parents and brothers who live in New Jersey, Oregon, lower Michigan and Georgia.
What time is it? you ask.
It’s time to feel the Christmas Eve blues.
Tame chipmunk “Chippy” admiring one of your note cards
On Sunday we carried our ceramic Christmas tree–the one Barry’s mom crafted for us many years ago–upstairs from the basement. I discovered some of your hand-crocheted snowflakes and sprinkled them beneath the green tree.
You’ve been my friend since 2009, a blog reader extraordinaire, devouring my stories about trees, nature and our Little House in the Big Woods of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
Some of you have been wondering where the heck my blog post Prayer for the teensy weensy spider went. A few faithful readers received their email yesterday inviting them to visit Lake Superior Spirit and discover the whys and wherefores of that wee creepy crawlie. Imagine their surprise when no such post appeared here.
“Page not found” says the link, according to John and Sybil and Pam.
These dear readers sent messages, comments and emails inquiring “what the heck happened to your post?”
OK, here’s the good, the bad and the ugly.
Posted in November 2018
Tagged angst, blogging, chocolate, health, heart, joy, personal, publish, snow, spider, struggle, terrible day, thoughts