It’s a cloudy Christmas Eve here at the base of Pusch Ridge. This is the view from my new apartment. It’s lovely. I’m tired from moving, eye surgery and Christmas with no husband around to whistle “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.” But also very joyful to be in this new home, enjoy new sight without glasses, and friends and family who love me.
Quiet Time by Elizabeth B. Rooney Now are we winter deep In quietness. The shadowed snow, The gliding owl, The moon Keep silent vigil now. We can be still, So still we start to know The depth of everything, So still we hear the stars Begin to sing.
Celebrations of the season often demands more of us than we realize or expect. My hope for you this season is that you will find time for rest, for quiet awe, for joyful stillness. May you be surrounded by love, embraced by kindness, and know the deepest gifts that are yours to hold and share. Merry Christmas!
Wow Doraine! Amazing view and you being able to see that with no correction! Congrats! Hope to see you again in the new year. Sieg Freed
Doraine, so happy to see your beautiful new view and that you are settling in. Wishing you all good things in this next phase of life.