I must admit this is one of my favourite times of the year, with it’s lights and music, gift giving and good will, bringing hope and renewal to us all from pagan times to Christianity. I have fallen behind in blogging with all the work that has needed doing in the new place but also other more serious family matters that have distracted me this last while. Snow is on it’s way to the island and I’m one of those strange birds who love snow and think that there is never enough of it at this time of year. I know, I know, “move back east and see how you like it!” they tell me! But I know there is snow in the highlands of Scotland right now and there is snow on our mountains here as well. This is the Great White North after all ( though I am south in the great north). There is a peacefulness and purity when snow falls that even the spinning of tires and transportation lags cannot diminish for me.
This year has had it’s up and downs, major changes and a frightening near tragedy. I know how important family is and how faith can transform, no matter the style of your belief. When a voice calls in the night, you answer. Sometimes, paradoxically, you have to be lost and surrender before you at last find light and the path through the forest. In fact redemption and grace mean nothing without light and shadow, joy and sorrow, hope and despair, yin and yang. Sometimes as the song says, ‘it’s a broken hallelujah.” We must embrace it all. I am hanging in there and I am thankful!
It’s not a cry we hear at night
It’s not someone who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah