We need to slow down. Next week Emily and Cayo's Christmas break starts. Good for all of us.
Mary and Joseph as Ecuadorean Panama hat makers.
It seems wrong that other peoples' sorrow is sometimes what it takes to make me feel lucky. The past month has been filled with tragedy for friends and acquaintances. It seems like it happens that way doesn't it? You float along for months, even years at a time and then suddenly one death after another in the circle of acquaintance. I hope it is over for awhile. I know—it's never over, but maybe for awhile? I'm ready for some good news. Meanwhile I am moved to look around at my own good news every day of good health and family and friends and still ache for the losses in my friends' lives. Christmas is a happy time, but always, it seems to me, a melancholy time as well. Who, among us, isn't reminded this time of year of childhood Christmases and people we miss? It is the darkest week of the year. It is no wonder we light up trees and candles. In a week the days will start getting longer. I am looking forward to that.