A Quiet Holiday
Happy Holidays a little belatedly. After losing friends and relatives in November, our holiday was quiet and just what was needed. My lovely family knows me well, and books of all kinds were some of my favorite gifts.
Happy Holidays a little belatedly. After losing friends and relatives in November, our holiday was quiet and just what was needed. My lovely family knows me well, and books of all kinds were some of my favorite gifts.
Not to be too ‘woo-woo,’ but I think the ancients had an inner knowledge. There is a feeling of lightness, a beginning – literally and figuratively, as we celebrate the festivals of light in the dark winter months.
Words astound me. Books leave me in awe. How is it possible to continue to have wonderful stories written using the words, the very same words, that have existed for thousands of years?
The billowing clouds are a palette of grays kissing the tops of the mountains. It looks like they’re breathing when they move over the top of trees and cast swathes of shadows to the forests below. It’s a dance of light and shadow.
It has been a subdued autumn with muted, quiet colors. The air has turned colder, but we did not have a hard frost to turn on the switch to change the leaves to brilliant, bright hues. The color is there, just quieter, and more at peace with knowing winter is on its way.