Seasons Greetings

A poem for the holidays. Nicely stated.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882

The holiest of all holidays are those
    Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
    The secret anniversaries of the heart,
    When the full river of feeling overflows;—
The happy days unclouded to their close;
    The sudden joys that out of darkness start
    As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
    Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
    White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
    White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;— a Fairy Tale
    Of some enchanted land we know not where,
    But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

Thanksgiving Blessings

There is always something to be thankful for

Thanksgiving is this week and I hear the hurt in others since it’s not safe to be with there families and loved ones. How many times have we actually dreaded Thanksgiving because we feel that it’s a day we have to be tolerant of our family and friends. The relative that states the wrong comment be it racial, religious, or political. Now it seems like we miss it. Even though family and friends can be sometimes trying, it is time to be in a familiar setting and share a meal together. After this pandemic, lets appreciate those gatherings, no matter how trying we feel they are because when it’s taken away it is highly missed.

Many blessings to you, family and friends.