Some pictures here, hidden here at imaginary lines. Hidden because I feel so strange putting up people's pictures in case they don't want them online, but I am in them too and they tell about my life. Some of the pictures may disappear in a few days.
Mmm, it's almost Christmas! It's been the strangest year, the most exhausting year and I have been afraid of Christmas since summer, worried how we 3 will be. I have some plans though to make things nice, but they are surprises and this girl reads here, so nothing to share yet.
I kinda want to have a party to celebrate the Twelfth Night of Christmas (that would be Jan. 5th), to have an Epiphany Feast, to gather and eat King Cakes and see who gets the cake with the baby in it. Whoever s/he is, s/he has to have a party on Feb 2, Candlemas. I have lots of ideas, but it seems like a lot of work. I have to decide really soon if I am going to do this or not.
Deep midwinter, the dark centre of the year,
Wake, O earth, awake,
Out on the hills a star appears,
Here lies the way for pilgrim kings,
Three magi on an ancient path,
Black hours begin their journeyings.Their star has risen in our hearts,
Empty thrones, abandoned fears,
Out on the hills their journey starts,
In dazzling darkness God appears.
Words: Judith Bingham