No, not my birthday, but I am sure it must be somebody’s birthday, somewhere. With my husband’s surgery fast approaching, I am finding that playing in my studio is a distraction that I find “restful” In the truck I have been listening to a story about King Henry the VIII’s last wife, Catherine Parr, and the court life she led. Interesting enough I guess, but I have decided I can do without the court drama.
The radio is either Holiday music, or if it is talk radio… the news, happenings of the day, budgets, politics and again, not what I call ambient for a soothing companion while I travel around doing last-minute errands.
On Sunday, the church was all festive with a decorated Holiday tree, even had lights. That was a nice surprise, I realized that each year, my husband has put up coloured lights on the garage, of course, this year, that hasn’t been done. Seeing the lights, reminded me that yes, it is the holiday season… but… for us… we will miss it all, it will be a quiet and hopefully healing one.
Snow is in the forecast, starting early evening, and, on into the night and most of tomorrow. For everyone wanting a white Christmas, looks like you just might get your wish.
May the joy of the holidays fill your homes with glad tidings. The merriment of shared laughter and tender moments be the ingredients of your days, and peace and serenity the balm of your nights.
art work and photos- mine