It’s still dark, not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
I opened my computer and up popped Chris Williamson’s “Waterfall“,
filling up and spilling over.
everything’s goin’ to be all right…
The gift of 2015 is in this poem from David Whyte’s “River Flow”:
“All these years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.
And the slow
difficulty
of remembering
how everything
is born from
an opposite
and miraculous
otherness.
Silence and winter
have led me to that
otherness.
So let this winter
of listening
be enough
for the new life
I must call my own.”
………………………………………………….
May your giving and receiving be miraculous
and lovely and fun.
always love,
Mom/Mimi/Toni/Antoinette