Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind. — Madeleine L’Engle
With the forecast of colder temps and the appearance of wreaths & holiday lights in the neighborhood, my thoughts are beginning to turn toward Christmas. Thoughts that are expectant … seeking peace. I’m reminded of the poem “Amazing Peace” by Dr. Maya Angelou, a poem worthy of reflection at the end of every year: “Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes and lightning rattles the eaves of our houses….
It’s that time of year here in the United States – that brief span of time after Halloween and before the end-of-year holidays when we have the opportunity to think about our blessings. Recalling our blessings and being grateful, of course, isn’t limited to any one time of year. But, I for one, am grateful for this time of year and this holiday. It’s my favorite season of the year!