A Garland of Pure Light: Christmas
And the garland of pure light
Stayed on, stayed on. - May Sarton
Christmas eve with all the trimmings and so much magical anticipation in the air. The sky north grew inky and there was a short flurry. The boy reached for his compass and confirmed the direction. "It must be from the north pole", he declared.
Meanwhile in the warmth of our nest (missed, but not forgotten) our ancestors smiled upon us from within the ornaments that we made to honor them.
and memories too. (Below: the shoes from my childhood doll)
This year we added a felted heart from a new friend.
Beautiful feathers that we found on hikes.
Fallen nests that we collected and preserved.
Santa arrived sometime in the night. Not a creature was stirring.
In the morning, Christmas joy was caught in a reflection.
Later, the kings of all wild things donned their holiday party crowns and lounged all day long...