Winter Solstice

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes it is the growing darkness

that writes the lines. How foolish we

are to think that we are not bound by

this. The red bird and I are animals. You

would admit to this too, I think. Short days

make for short foraging. It’s not always

about food though. Sometimes, it’s about

finding something else vital that you need to

sustain you. Survive. Joy, for example.

I know people who are starving.

I put out seed for the birds. I have enough to

share and their joy is mine. That’s what the

short days are for – to realize that time is short.

We best receive what is offered and give joy.

“Come! Come! The feeder is full.”

The sun is rising. Make thoughtful haste. 

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion"

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