T'was Christmas morning...
I ran out of time but the mice are asleep...
Dear friends, family, readers and writers, as suspected I ran short—make that out completely—of time to post my journal this week, it will arrive in your inboxes hopefully when all is calm again. If such a day exists!
I just wanted to take a moment before the rest of the house awakens to wish you happy holidays, where ever you are, whatever your traditions and beliefs, may your day be filled with joy and peace—or not as the case may be if you have young ones, or older ones for that matter—smiles and laughter, and above all a sharing of love and kindness.
I am sending thoughts especially to those less fortunate, to those who cannot escape war, to those in Mayotte who have lost their homes, their livelihoods and possessions, to those who pine for loved ones, the homeless, the poor and the lonely.
And, of course, I send you my love and heartfelt thanks for all your support in sharing and reading these letters, truly, each of you mean the world and inspire so much in me.
From my hill this beautiful Christmas morning, I wish you a happy day.
With love
PS Here is a version of T’was the night before Christmas I adore… just tap the link below!
Take it away Bobby D..!
As I stood outside ,staring up at the soft gray curls rising from our chimney, on this snowy Christmas morning, my thoughts turn towards your hill. Whether the sun shines bright against a sky of blue, or dark bruised clouds camouflage your little world, l hope you know peace, joy , calm and contentment .
Surrounded by all beings under your gentle care and all the those that care for you. Or, maybe I should say. I hope the mice weren’t tap dancing too loudly and you had a restful nights sleep , ready to start this day.🐭
Good Morning, dear Susie, and thank you...