Morning reflections

Every morning before I come downstairs, I sit for a minute in "my" corner. Tucked in by the back windows, overlooking the garden, in an old chair that was my Popaw's favorite. I read a daily meditation ("Simple Abundance" daybook), look for any interesting birds, maybe write a little bit, settle my head for the day. This is a fairly new habit, one that came with the new upstairs back in February, but it's one I've come to treasure.

This morning, the word is Winter. A light blanket of snow, everything gone to sleep. Christmas is Done With, ahhh. The toughest Christmas yet, with family struggling to be merry in spite of our missing Light, our little Mom.

But we did it. We managed. We're through to the other side of Christmas now, and now I sit here looking at the snow on the just-waking world. "Winter Into Spring" by George Winston is playing softly, started by Tom, and completely appropriate.

The Monday after Christmas - a big sigh of relief. Back to some kind of routine, back to daily life, back to Home. This is probably my favorite week of the year, these days between Christmas and New Year's. Days of ending and beginning, all at the same time. Days of resting, thinking deep, gathering up for a fresh new start. The potential of these days sparkles, like a skyful of stars, just waiting to be touched...