I had planned to post proper Happy Holiday wishes last night, but got all wrapped up in wrapping paper. I write this from work without any access to my photos, so I've decided to post the last stanza from one of my favorite Christmas poems, "Child's Christmas in Wales" by Dylan Thomas:
Looking through my
bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on
our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close
and holy darkness, and then I slept.
Something about the "close and holy darkness"..... I know this intimately, don't you? I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and that you are able to find peace and contentedness at the center of many moments, at the center of yourself.
Sending you wishes of