The news channels have been turned to the Hallmark channel. The living room smells of Douglas fir and burning wood. The front door welcomes visitors with poinsettias and a wreath.
It’s looking like Christmas. The days are short and darken early. This journey to winter solstice seems slow and cold. I want to make soup. I want to curl up with a warm blanket and drink hot tea. But this season also begs for things to get done. Shopping. Decorating. Writing Christmas cards. Wrapping… the list goes on…
Once a day I slow down. I open my notebook and pen a haiku or two. Poetry makes me stop and pay attention. Haiku-a-day for December. #haikuforhealing
Join me in taking a small moment to stop and listen. Join me in making Advent what it’s truly meant to be…a time of waiting.
The tree is waiting,
like me, in time we will know
secrets hidden here