A glimpse of brightness

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

Washington Irving


We spent yesterday with our friend surrounding her with love. We wept, we laughed, were serious and silly. Her bright and powerful light is dimming, but still shines, she's always had such spirit and determination.

My grateful thanks for your countless thoughts and blessings. Our friend from California stayed in Maine, we will return next week after collecting B's sister and niece when they fly in from the Rocky Mountains, unless of course, we are called sooner. T has a nasty cold and I am really spent emotionally, but so thankful for yesterday and the forty years of love and friendship we could celebrate together. The three hour drive home was long and seemed endless with so many thoughts swirling around in my head.

This sweet warbler should be in South America, but she's plucky,feasting on suet , seeds and mealworms. She is hope and sadness and a glimpse of brightness on this special December day. Happy Christmas to you and yours. x Betsey