Each day a little more darkness, a little more velvet in which to wrap. The trees may be bare but inside we decorate with exuberance. For over forty years we’ve met with a group of friends for an early brunch and a journey to a Christmas tree farm to cut down a tree. Covid put an end to that but we did risk a smaller meeting on Saturday. These people love to decorate for Christmas. I share some photos from their home and this quote on which to lift even as our roots nestle even closer together to warm these long, cold nights.
I once asked a bird,
“How do you fly in this gravity of darkness?”
And she replied, “Love lifts me.”