Blue lights glow lovely and clear—tucked mostly deep within the branches of the tree—amid gold transparent ribbon and paisley ornaments.
I usually leave the tree up well into January. But not this year. Tomorrow the tree comes down.
It's time to say farewell to seasons past.
Move forward into the coming year.
Begin again.
Again.
Happy New Year.
2 comments:
Some of your posts have widened the conduit of light for me. "He reminds me that I am precious and beautiful to Him..."
Your willingness to offer truth through your own fissures are amazing. Thank you.
OOps didn't realize I was signed in under my daughter's name.
Also loved 'anything that nourishes the breath of life' to be considered therapeutic.
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