“In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.” —Denise Levertov

Solstice

So many details, and my life is lived in details.

I bought LED lights for the tree, and put up a string of the older, incandescent lights in the dining area. This morning I came downstairs to lovely lights instead of ordinary dark. And I became so aware of how much warmer the old lights look, to say nothing of the actual heat they throw. I am amazed. And there you have it, my state of being these days, I am amazed.

More and more I know less and less, and I have that privilege, now, to not know much, to be again full of questions and empty of answers, and to be curious and noticing and just astonished and amazed at life.

"...all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace." (Frederick Buechner)

What if our lives were precious only up to a point? What if we held them loosely and understood there are no guarantees? What if when you got sick...you were identified as someone in the middle of a transformation that could deepen your soul? Eve Ensler