In December, the pup wakes us at 4:30. Outside we see Orion standing in the eastern sky, close to the horizon, swollen like a god who could reach out his hand. I want sleep but don’t find it until the couch and evening TV. It’s not just sleep from a bad cough, or walking the puppy, but a sleep of grief. The season reminds me that my people are gone.
December Psalm--WNIJ Perspective
Peace be with you and Bruce too, Katie, Merry Christmas, and Happy A.D. 2023!
Hugs to you Katie!