It’s the time of year where we turn more deeply into ourselves even as we gather and celebrate the precious carving of dark and light.
I notice how softly I can move the air through which I pass through. I blow kisses like the wind, center the chimes of enchantment within.
I’ve changed the colors in my home from autumn gold and orange to red and green. Inside reflects outside as the branches on the trees are bare but berries shine red and share space with pine cones on green wreaths.
Circling.
Helen Keller wrote: The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.
Feeling with the heart, celebrating hearts gathered everywhere.

