This holiday, I was surrounded by people I love, the things that they gave me and more than enough food. So much. So very much.
The absence of my Dad ran like a shot of red in a black and white movie. Everything went on without him and yet everything was colored by missing him.
I went home with my Christmas booty. I drove through the dark night avoiding five deer crossing the road, listening to the sounds of a great horned owl as I unpacked the car and the very quietness of the house as I trundled in. Of course, it didn't stay quiet.
Life goes on. I have writing to do, massive correspondence to catch up on and many shorts to read for CrimeSpree. Music accompanies me. And, connected by glimmering silken threads, all the people I love all over the world.
Thank you to everyone who's got my back although I go about blissfully unaware. Thank you to everyone who forgives my cave dweller habits. Thank you, everyone.
I've got a lot to learn. Never fail to remind me of that.