Yesterday’s Christmas

Even just one small candle can overcome the darkness. That one little light allows us to get our bearings. Shadows cannot exist in the presence of light.

“I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .”

I got up this morning in the cold dark and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Venus, low in the sky, bright in the earliest inkling of dawn. I rose, inspired, and soon Mr Darcy and I were on our way to the light. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful, hippie-carnival colorsContinue reading ““I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .””

Hooves and Tread and Where it Led

When the power goes out, I never worry about my Amish friends; for them, it’s business as usual–except for the wind and rain. They heat their houses, cook, and have access to water no matter what is happening with the electricity. If, God forbid, a terrible event were to occur, we would be coming to them for help.

Twelve Days

Twelve days may not seem like much, but it reminds me of the dark days of winter, waiting for the sun. And I need the light. We all do.
So I rose before dawn, saw my love off, and contemplated. Then something said “Go,” and I went.