Let Us Make a Book
Hi everyone,
I am writing this blog post as a letter to all of you who are reading. Let us make a book for Christmas next year. Let us think of stories to fill it. We can begin now and write our stories as they come to us.
Right now we are marching through the winter months. The holidays have passed and we are in the throes of midwinter. The nights are dark and deep and we light the lights and turn on more heat as we gather around for dinner. It is a quiet time in friendship.
What are the stories to tell in this time? Often, since we are cooped up, we become aware of all the clutter that we may perceive around us. Maybe it hasn't been bothersome over the past year, but now, in a more confined attitude, maybe we look around and say "begone!" Maybe it's time to clear out the closets and the drawers and reorganize things. And if it is, then what treasures are uncovered there?
Aha! perhaps uncovering those treasures lends itself to some stories. "Why did I keep hanging onto that anyway," for example.
I, for one, sent two boxes of things from clearing out my mom/grandma's home. I see the boxes in the hall. I've not touched them yet. And already I am asking myself, why did I do this? What am I going to do with all these things? BUT! There are treasures there, I know, because I packed those boxes myself of course.
I am writing this blog post as a letter to all of you who are reading. Let us make a book for Christmas next year. Let us think of stories to fill it. We can begin now and write our stories as they come to us.
Right now we are marching through the winter months. The holidays have passed and we are in the throes of midwinter. The nights are dark and deep and we light the lights and turn on more heat as we gather around for dinner. It is a quiet time in friendship.
What are the stories to tell in this time? Often, since we are cooped up, we become aware of all the clutter that we may perceive around us. Maybe it hasn't been bothersome over the past year, but now, in a more confined attitude, maybe we look around and say "begone!" Maybe it's time to clear out the closets and the drawers and reorganize things. And if it is, then what treasures are uncovered there?
Aha! perhaps uncovering those treasures lends itself to some stories. "Why did I keep hanging onto that anyway," for example.
I, for one, sent two boxes of things from clearing out my mom/grandma's home. I see the boxes in the hall. I've not touched them yet. And already I am asking myself, why did I do this? What am I going to do with all these things? BUT! There are treasures there, I know, because I packed those boxes myself of course.
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