Oh, and don't think you're going to make it through the season without drinking from the Grinch cup. All the things you have to do, need to do, really want to do. On top of the regular old routine with its work and car repairs and appointments and errands. Sometimes the struggle is especially difficult, when real trouble rains down or sadness settles in. But I recognize a timeless pattern now: sour segues into sweet and then repeats. We teeter totter between twinkling lights and the spaces and places where the light seems to have gone out. Grace days and Grinch days. Together, they add up to a whole.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.