Light at the End of the Year

light at the end of the year

It’s getting brighter. I feel it already. Or maybe I only think I can. For how much lighter can it really be, so few days after the Solstice?

It’s quiet too, in this between time, during this lull of activity in the world.

I notice things that I wouldn’t normally notice. Below is the part of SISTERS AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD that has been most highlighted by kindle readers.

We are all that big. And we all change the world every day as we go about making choices, taking action, sitting still and most of all: by adding more love into the places around us.

That’s what I want in 2023. More love in the world. More happiness. More peace.

A Happy New Year to you all, when it comes!

Happy New Year!

40 Replies to “Light at the End of the Year”

  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the end of the year and the hope that comes with it. It’s always refreshing to see the light at the end of the tunnel, especially after a challenging year. I agree that taking time to reflect on the past year and setting goals for the future can be a helpful and hopeful way to move forward. Wishing you all the best in the new year!

  2. Beautiful light — and it does seem all the brighter this year. Thank you for posting your amazing photos, and for sharing your words in your books that speak so graciously of the beauty of all times, and then there is all that romance and adventure heaped on with the great writing. Thanks for sharing.

  3. This: “We are all that big. And we all change the world every day as we go about making choices, taking action, sitting still and most of all: by adding more love into the places around us.” Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Happy New Year to you!

  4. I too am in the love and happiness camp. The more I go within to forgive my fears the more love I see in the world around me. We are engineered that way, thank God. Literally, LOL. Keep shining brightly.

  5. Thanks fopr sharing your beautiful world.
    Lighter ? Definitely. No hens now *but when we had several, they’d come back into lay by Christmas Eve. Uncanny.

    ( foxes innccent, like sheep, they were attacked by walkers’ dogs( )

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