…and now it is Christmas.
Barbeque grace and the words I couldn’t say……..
Shame. It wants to shut you up, close you in, set your peace on fire. And it won’t be hushed until it burns your courage down. I lean into the turn of the year with a hungry hope and my walking-forward shoes laced up brave, I’m going looking for some shelter in this storm but…
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When I wake up the morning of Christmas Eve, somehow I’m a little girl again and there is magic in the air and nothing is impossible and all is light and hope and thick with delicious mystery. I love this day most of all. Then comes the Christmas quiet ….that sweet hush that falls once…
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