We had an ice storm. It blew out my telephone, but we kept our power. Odd thing about the beauty of events like these ... crystal shimmers on every last thing it touches, but heavy and devastating if one or another cannot hold the weight. Something here about bending under the force of it, accepting that it marks and changes us, and we unbend in the sun that melts the ice later. But refuse to let the heaviness move us and we are liable to snap. Can our homes melt ice we refuse to bring inside? Can Love heal a wound we hide?
It is time. It is time.
May you have some peaceful quiet this Solstice weekend in which to unbend from any storms which may have overtaken you. May the blessings of sleep and dreams heal you and lead you to your new year.
God bless us all, everyone.
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