Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew.
Solstice Song – Denise Jordan Finley
i heard your voice upon the wind
as northerly it came
now i see your face again
as you call out your name
when i feel your frosty breath
tears will fall like snow
who may melt your heart of ice
who may only know
the musky scent of earth’s decay
hangs heavy on the breeze
breezes turn to winds one day
that rock the very trees
when you rage through rusty woods
leaves will fall like rain
who can calm your heart so cruel
who can only name
when the ring around the moon
lends beauty to the night
planets circle round the sun
and bask in borrowed light
if a taste of spring should wake
what winter white would quell
who may own the mystery
who may only tell
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love. — Conor Oberst
“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” — e.e. cummings
“The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence.
When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.”
Thich Nhat Hanh
“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.”
Kahlil Gibran
All life is of a past nature, photography enhances this fact. – Patrick Summerfield
Mooky playing in the snow is from a past snow as we’ve had no snow yet this year. Mooky’s going to be drifting over to Leanne Cole’s blog later on today for Leanne and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness week 42 photographic exhibition. Next week will be the special one color holiday edition. Thanks to everyone for their continual collaboration in contributing to the weekly Madness. ❆
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“Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
Leonard Cohen
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I know I can. ― Little Engine That Could
We are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle. — Marilyn Monroe
Maverick Mist 