Our governor declared a state of emergency yesterday morning. It got wild up here, but we dodged the brunt of the storm and we are very grateful. Sending compassion and hope out to those who were not so lucky.
Right on cue.
I want to thank you those of you who left condolences on yesterday’s post. I wondered a bit about posting sad news so close to Christmas, but decided to follow my heart. Life’s big events don’t pay much attention to calendars, and it’s something we have to embrace…the joy and the sadness that wind their way around our hearts.
Last night I heard Franny’s voice. This is what she said. “Hey, how’s that sitting around, feeling crappy working for you? Get up, brush yourself off, take a deep breath and tell me what’s next for you. We had a deal, you and me. Never stop loving. So, get out there and do some more loving.”
On it, Franny. On it. xo
One of the things Franny and I used to love to do together was read aloud to any kid within earshot. Today I pulled this bowl of citrus out of the fridge and thought of Mr Edwards who brought Laura and Mary oranges in the dead of winter on the Plains in Little House on the Prairie. Our kids found golden wrapped chocolate coins in their stockings on Christmas mornings, and I still buy a bag each year. There are so many festive traditions that just don’t get old. I’ll bet you’ve got a bunch, too. :-)
And I’ll share another fave of mine. "Favor Johnson" is the story of a hound named Hercules, a flatlander doctor, homemade fruitcake and the real spirit of Christmas. It's a VPR family tradition every Christmas Eve. It’s about ten minutes long and you can find it here.
I send you, dearest readers, more light and love and hope and peace tonight and all the nights ahead. xo