All of a sudden, someone has raked the drifting piles
of leaves that have lain sodden on these foggy, in-
between days, not quite winter, certainly not autumn.
“I hear the raspy sound of the rake’s tines as they
scratch the ground. I think of what is painful in my
life. There’s a decision here, a decision to notice,
acknowledge, gather, and deliberately remove.
I cart the maple leaves in the blue plastic tarp to
the compost pile in the back. I need to turn them
over to the deep processes of nature.
Inside I need to turn what is done and gone over to
Even after I rake, some leaves are left. I see them
rolling over the lawn in the wind. LIke small sorrows,
and lingering pain, even they will be gone. The habit
of regret must be allowed to return to the soil.
It is the gift of this season of life to be as simple
as a brown stalk in falling light — that spiritually
bare, that naked.
There is nothing left without use —
nothing left out of the whole,
you are there, part of the Holy.”
GUNILLA NORRIS, from her book, A Mystic Garden.
This helps me prepare for this season of light, of
joy and sharing and festivity. We surely are in a
always with love,
I thought I was just putting my busy book shelves
in order yesterday. I came upon a card, slipped
in between two books, and I stopped and read it.
That was not in my plan. I was out for order!
On the small 4″x 5-1/2″ card there was a photo,
a drawing and in small print a poem. Well, not
exactly a poem, rather a song. Here’s what it
“May God bless and keep you always …
May your wishes all come true …
May you always do for others …
And let others do for you …
May you build a ladder to the stars …
and climb on every rung …
May you stay forever young …
May you grow up to be righteous …
May you grow up to be true …
May you always know the truth
and see the light surrounding you …
May you always be courageous,
stand upright and be strong …
and May you stay forever young …
May your hands be joyful …
May your song always be sung …
and May you stay forever young.”
……………..lyrics by Bob Dylan
And the photo?
Stan & Sally Perham, Megan, Dave and Jaimey.
Every year they have sent us music from Maine, to
celebrate the season we are now just beginning,
the Christmas time.
Thank you, guys, I love you and miss you.
always with love,