“Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream.
Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks.
There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers.
There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart.
There is mystery unfolding.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
The snow has already fallen in Indiana…a little unusual this early in the season…but a perfect beginning to the Holiday season in the U.S….
Thanksgiving is just around the corner…a Holiday that is not celebrated here in South Africa…there is a pang that hits the heart as I realize that I won’t be sharing with friends and family… all the fun and frivolity…and total craziness that happens during this season…
I had thought to start a new tradition here and share a traditional American Thanksgiving meal…we even found a frozen turkey…although it traveled from Brazil to get here…apparently turkeys are not a product of South Africa…
Yet I haven’t found the answer yet…to this weepy feeling…Mr. P is in the throes of a new project and issues with the company…so his attention is needed elsewhere at the moment…and there are the feelings of rejection from his children…all which makes the loss of family even more poignant…
But I will call and keep in touch with family and friends…try and remember that part of the emotion is romanticized…forgetting about the stress that invariably ensues with the season..
It’s all part of the journey…a few dark threads that are intermingled with the golden and colorful…
