Well, we are pampering ourselves a little here over the holidays. I just packed my bags for a two-night stay in a suite at the Gaylord Hotel. And I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I am thinking about not cooking or entertaining–just enjoying fine cuisine, elegant holiday ambience, food, fun, family, and rest…
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Let There be Peace…
As an elementary-age student, I sang in the school and church choirs and enjoyed it very much. One of the songs we performed almost every holiday season is a classic: “Let There Be Peace on Earth.” That introspective child in me always pondered the words to the tunes we sang, and the lyrics to this song stirred…
haiku: kindling
just a baby born blessed is the kindling that sparked redemption’s great flame
Below Freezing
I grew up in Colorado, and cold and snowy winters remain a huge part of my childhood memories. Ice skating was my favorite winter sport. One of my close friends lived on a lake close to our house, so I was able to spend time skating. I had blue skates with white fur at the…
Delighting in What Remains…
Today is the anniversary of the death of my father-in-law. I am pondering this morning how we felt on this day last year. His death was bitter, but there was sweetness in his expiration from this realm to the next. And there was and is much joy in the knowledge that he is in heaven, and we will…
That Gnawing Emptiness…
Here we are standing thigh-deep in glittering red and green–or in my case, the glittering white of the season. It’s not going away for a couple more weeks–it will only intensive. Love or loathe it, Christmas celebration is part of the cultural life-cycle that spins our immediate world. Lights, sparkle, candles, scents, ribbons, baking, colors–all of…
Put to Shame
Put to Shame Once I dreamed of a handsome prince… then you came–stronger and kinder– all of my dreams put to shame.
Plastic Shine
The Candles and lights of Christmas have been the backdrop for most of my special seasonal memories. Those hours spent at home with family–the smells of cinnamon and spice rising from the oven while cookies bake, wrappping gifts with holiday songs filling the house, and finally ripping into those shiny gifts under the tree on…
haiku: funeral dance
blown before the wind brittle brown leaves dancing at their own funeral dirge
haiku: scatters darkness
there is a candle that searches the deep places scatters the darkness
Bonnie Saul Wilks 