Remembering with gratitude the wonderful people who brought light, life and creativity into this year. Remembering with love those no longer here.
A poem for this time of year:
It’s so delicate the light.
And there’s so little of it.
The dark is huge.
Just delicate needles, the light,
In an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
Through such desolate space.
So let’s be gentle with it.
Cherish it.
So it will come again in the morning.
We hope.
‘Just delicate needles,’ Rolf Jacobsen, trans. Robert Hedin. (Thank you to KKS and JT.)
