
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.
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.
Over 200 years ago in 1816, the beloved Christmas hymn, Silent Night was heard for the first time in Austria at a Christmas Eve Mass in Oberndorf.
As each Christmas season rolls around, I have flashbacks of Christmases as a child. But, don’t we all? This particular memory of mine is of Bethlehem.
Don’t let anyone who hasn’t been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces!
Thanksgiving is here. We’ve spent this last year isolated and apart from family. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to re-gather.
Often, I read first thing in the morning from an old-fashioned meditation book by Oswald Chambers called Utmost for His Highest. Usually, I’m on my second cup of tea, after I’ve sat in silence for awhile.