The solstice sun is sinking outside my bedroom window right now, a ball of light hovering just over the tops of the pinon trees. The world is here. We are here. My children are here and alive.
It is the shortest day of the year and tomorrow there will be more light, and more after the day after that.
Given the events of the last week, I feel that is maybe all I need to keep in mind these coming weeks.
The girls decorated the Celebration/Christmas Tree the other day — another symbol of light in the darkness. An image to keep in my heart.
Happy New Year.