So believe in beauty and love and possibility . . .
Have a look at the poem “Slate Quarry, Valencia Island” by Ruth Foley in the most recent issue of Buffalo Creek Review ~
http://www.buffalocreekreview.com/The%20Buffalo%20Creek%20Review%20-%20Winter%202010%20Issue.pdf
The salt sweet taste touch scent of sea mist, carrying a gift of love ~ one of many bestowed upon me by my sistas.
Thank you, my Ruth ~ I love you more than I can say ~ ‘becca
ps: Colly ~ Valentia Island is in Ireland, and one of the places we’ll go when we visit ~
Happy New Year with all my Love ~
May this year bring us all less than half the sorrows and more than twice the joys ~ Thank you for sharing this past year with me. Wishing us all a 2011 full of peace, love, health, happiness and prosperity ~
http://llerrah.com/newyearwishes.htm
For Christmas this year, I’m giving myself permission to stay home, just my love and me, and do absolutely nothing, maybe watching movies, or reading, or listening to music, or just lying in each others arms and talking. It’s been (in the words of the Counting Crows) a long December, one that seems to have lasted all year, for me, and more difficult days ahead.
But tomorrow is the winter solstice, which marks the turning of the year and the returning of the light as the days now begin to lengthen toward spring. Friday night is Christmas Eve, marking the eternal return of another kind of Light to the world. Sunday is a personal celebration day for me, as it marks the birth of my son. For others, many of these days between now and the New Year mean observances of other celebrations, each with their own symbols of life and hope, of prayers for peace and gifts of love. So many paths, all leading to the same summit, and the same sun shining in many windows.
So I’ve chosen to give myself a little break, a season of rest in the spaces between, to take comfort from the light rather than dwell upon the shadows behind and in the path ahead, to remember and give thanks that I’m blessed to have so many people that I love who love me right back ~ and to rest in the upwelling joy that ordinary people in an ordinary place can create when they choose to do so ~ like this gift of joy given me by one of my daughters.
Wishing, for all of you, an upwelling of quiet joy and all the love and peace this season brings ~