Raising a family out of the ruins of the past. Mothering and movies, grief and grace, books and blunders. Recovery without chicken soup.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
End of February
I have a new vision to help me through the winter days when the cloud cover is heavy and low and the extra minutes of light at the end of the day are not enough. As I go about my day, I imagine every drawer I pull open, every door, every book I crack, all reveal a surprise of brilliant light, kind and warm. I bathe in the brightness, my pupils go sore from the sudden contraction and I have to smile.