Tuesday Dec 10, 2002

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My Christmas tree stands in a shadowy corner devoid of lights and trimmings.

I've never let the tree go untrimmed this long.

I am awestruck.

I am much more aware of the tree's spiritual presence.

The tree comforts me. A silent sentinel. Far more at peace and assured than I.

Yes, we will get dressed up to revel in the return of the Sun.

But we shall take our time this season.

Wie treu sind deine Freundschaft.
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joyrider:
i love this time of year. everything is sleeping, waiting for the sun to be born again.

my grandmother died on the winter solstice, right at sundown. i've always felt she picked that day specifically.
clitilda:
I think the uncatlike behavior that I found so enchanting must have been a bad case of dehydration, actually. Now that she's got her strength back, her true cat spirit has emerged & knows no bounds. All of a sudden she's perfectly curious & mischievous & rambunctious and how on earth am I going to keep her from chewing through the xmas lights wires?

I've never heard another person other than my father tell me to 'keep my wits' about me. He used to say that to me almost every day. Makes me wanna give you a big hug87777775(kitty typing).. xoxoxox


[Edited on Dec 15, 2002]

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