It is Christmas time.
I am blessed.
I am fortunate.
I am. I am. I am.
I am just not immune to holiday depression.
I am still not whole.
It seems all the holidays do is magnify the loss.
Time doesn't always provide wisdom; most times it reveals the weary.
About Me
- Me
- Santa Cruz, CA
- I have a weakness for piano solos and vocal harmonies, wild poppies and tulips, lots of chocolate and peanut butter, warm snugly hugs and little white twinkle lights. Conversations with no words, southern drawl, windy stormy evenings in front of the fireplace, candlelight, horseback and a ranch in Haiku. Sisters of the heart, and Taqueria with corona, good books and pedicures. My silly sweet girls, and my dear ol' dad. Not at peace yet without my mom, and my hubby too. Not a stranger to heartache or headaches or tandem crises. I have a soft spot for the Marine Corps and anything military. Pretty darn quiet and I like it that way. On a new journey, and keeping my head up. Love me some sunsets on fall days, a warm chai latte, and mostly my Jesus ♥
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1 comment:
Seems to me that the holidays ought to be a time for joy and laughter, as well as a time to remember and to grieve. No matter how blessed or fortunate we are, we can't deny where we have been, who we have lost and the circumstances that have brought us to the place where we currently stand.
Praying for you as you continue to walk the winding road. xoxo
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