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A January Day
“We bless this year for all we learned, For all we loved and lost And the quiet way it brought us Nearer to our invisible destination.” John O’Donohue Okay. Maybe I’m a little bit odd; but I love January. To me January is like a brand-new journal with its pages white and empty, waiting to be filled with heart sentiments as each new day unfurls. A new sketch book. Empty, yet full of possibilities that rise up from my soul, only to appear on the tip of my paintbrush. Astonishing me once again. January is like fresh fallen snow. No deer tracks. No foot prints. No slush…just pristine white. Unmarked, waiting…
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Glory Came Down and Dwelt Among Us
As a child I loved tinsel. Today it is nearly impossible to find a box of the ornamental silvery strands. In fact, just mentioning tinsel dates me. At Christmas time tinsel lined the shelves of the local five and dime stores, right in there with the large colored electric bulbs and the delicate glass-blown ornaments. I remember feeling horrified when I saw someone throw handfuls of tinsel at their tree, leaving large clumps, hither and yon. I guess to me there was something ceremonially reminiscent of the time of year, as we thoughtfully placed each strand of tinsel on the perfect bough. Each thin strand of metallic garland shimmered under…
