I've just gotten in from a walk around my neighbourhood. It is just after nine, and the street lamps are on. They cast a pinkish-yellow light and are most beautiful when surrounded by the mysterious green shade of a large leafed maple tree.
I feel so fortunate to be surrounded by so much beauty where I live. On my walk I can enjoy the pleasures of a manicured garden fit to grace the pages of a magazine, or I can just as easily tramp through naturalized meadows and forest.
I know that we must have darkness to see the light. I know that there must be death so that new life can grow. But who I am right now, where I am in my journey, is a person who is reveling in the light, and beauty. To that end I try to make my home a warm and welcoming place. It's not terribly stylish, but I hope that the love and happiness of our busy family is apparent even through the cobwebs in the corners and the dirty finger prints on the door.
And I hope that you, dear reader, know that I greatly appreciate the warm and welcoming way you have greeted me and my blog on the internet. You've told me I'm beautiful and I love to hear it. I know that just like my home, I am less than perfect, and not terribly stylish, but apparently you have all been able to see me for who I am.
Thank you and blessings to every one of you.