The Detective’s Cork-Board
As I awkwardly lurch out of bed and gingerly shuffle to the kitchen to turn on the kettle, I have one person on my heart. I reach for my favorite jasmine tea dn stop dead in my bedroom slipper tracks.
Holiday Afterglow
I have to let go of the picture of what I thought it would be like and learn to find joy in the story I am actually living.
“She” Ain’t Heavy
Have you heard of the song, He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” by the Hollies? The story behind this song stems from the early 1900’s when Father Flanagan, the founder of Boy’s Town, was glancing through a magazine showing a picture of an older boy carrying a younger boy on his back. The caption read, “He ain’t heavy mister. . . he’s my brother.”
New Year’s Watch-night
These are my mother’s words.
“I think I mentioned before the importance of New Year’s Eve as one of the major holidays. The first year in Beirut, some people were casually gathered in our home and they stayed and stayed.”
Wise Men
We Three Kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel so far, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star. O, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright, westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.
I’ve never taken time to understand the depth of meaning behind this story and carol.
I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
My senses not only navigate the world for me, teaching me the qualities and measures of my surroundings, but they also trigger memories, the hauntingly pleasant ones and the the anxious not so good ones.