The magical little cottage on the first morning of the new year.
May your year be filled with gentle light and deep magic.
Happy New Year – 2026!
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sowing
Sowing is on my mind
here on one of the coldest days
of December.
It's also one of the last days
of the year and I wonder
if I reaped what I sowed
the early spring,
I was ill, in the hospital,
at the mercy of others,
my own strength not
enough to sow nor reap,
fallowed into barrenness
Summer came, strength
returned. Sarah's seeds bloomed.
I had not sown nor reaped.
Yet, there they were, pink and white, nodding in the sun.
The Austerity of January
The austerity of January settles in the open spaces
where festive Santas and snowmen
filled every tabletop on their month long residency.
The foyer, cleared of tree and ornaments,
darkens early with no twinkle lights
to brighten its tiny space.
Space and time expand
to greet the new year.
It's calendar pages pristine,
the blank landscape of futures yet considered, opening vistas of possibilities.
Merry Christmas 2025
Sending wishes for the merriest of merrys and the happiest of happys to you and yours, Dear Reader.
From the magical little cottage and all who dwell therein. ✨️🎄✨️❤️
Christmas Eve 2025
Dear friends,
Wishing you blessings of the season. K
Christmas Eve 2005
A whirling galaxy of starlings
at sunset on Christmas Eve.
Star – lings
(a bright and shining name for such a dark and dusky bird)
A murmurration of stars
sweeping the darkling night,
making a moving path
toward the Milky Way.
Check this video out -- amazing starlings murmuration (full HD) -www.keepturningleft.co.uk
https://youtu.be/eakKfY5aHmY?si=Q_nC-qL_Fcx0FT99
angel of quilts and starry nights
Pieced together in cobalt and lilac,
squares of crazy quilted sky fill in scraps of the day,
stitched with sharp needles of stars and comet tails,
held in place by old oaks outstretched arms,
reaching up until the twilight is pinned,
hemmed and skirted by dusk and sweet dreams.
Receding day spills across the western ridge
to get swept into the corners of night.
***Angels of Advent
angel of Christmas past and sunny winter afternoons
Sunlight streams through the cottage,
warming it's old bones,
brightening it's faded walls
of jade and aquamarine.
Shadows of cloud and chickadee wings
dance across the windows,
weaving light and dark
into this first winter afternoon.
Choices made and given,
wrapped in ribbon of memory
and age. How years gild them,
light of beloveds long gone from us.
Ensuring our hearts against the cold,
warming us with Christmas past joys.
*** Angels of Advent
Fourth Sunday of Advent 2025. Love
You need to know this
Love is the foundation.
No,
its the foundation
of the foundation.
When you think you've got it,
there's more.
And I know that you have your own opinion
about God
or the Great Oz
or Whatever.
And I know that you have fear and doubt
about all the hoogedy boogedy.
But listen closely, darling,
most well loved dear one, pearl of great price,
You are loved.
You are beloved.
And you can hold on to that
and give it away
and be that Love
for everyone you meet.
Cause that's all there is
and there's always more...
Light four candles.
angel of small birds and Newton’s Law
Her small body,
brown robed and speckled,
covering a deep heart,
beating beating beating
in time to the sound of wings
and the lift of Newtons third law.
She rises
in full throated song
and rushing wind.
***Angels of Advent
angel of homecoming and irrepressible joy
I've come home
after wandering in deserts
of all those possibilities.
I've come to a place
that makes no sense on paper
it is illogical
probably reckless
even foolish
at my great age
to move a thousand miles
to a cottage and garden
where angels dance
with irrepressible joy
***Angels of Advent
The Course of Our Seasons 