I changed all the calendars. I like wall calendars, and we have several around the place. Some are for writing on, some not - the pretty ones.
It was the strangest day - sunny, but at the same time, snowing. No accumulation, and no dark cloud above that I saw, but the flurries, again and again, with the sun shining, in the early afternoon. I could hear it, so it must have been sleety for a while. I was snug inside with my Christmas carols.
It seems once I started reading about enchantment, I find it in all sorts of places.
"Yes, Samuel, dragons are real. So are angels and demons. So are high priests over heaven and mighty kings and great queens and a Savior with a face like fire and a heart as gentle as a lamb's. So much is real that is beyond our sight. The things of the earth that we understand as absolute are rooted in a reality much greater, subtler, and lovelier than we have ever experienced. But sometimes we can imagine it. When we step aside into the spacious halls of hush, when we enter a story or sojourn with a song, when we look into the heart of the beauty and drama cramming the world at our fingers, we enter that inmost room from which many doors lead onward to a world we have only begun to share."
- Sarah Clarkson, Reclaiming Quiet
Speaking of enchantment, I bought myself one of those alpine Christmas trees for a corner of my bedroom, but never got around to opening the box till yesterday. It's perfect! Five feet high and nice and narrow. It looks real to the eye, but to the camera it's lacking something. I'll keep trying. It has no lights, but I'm working on that, too.
