Change is stirring.
Am I the only one who senses a sad, stark reality beneath the glittery layers of everything December entails?
All the joy and beauty is real. It’s solid. I am grateful for this.
But the underlying sadness I cannot take my mind off of this season.
Perhaps a new year will shine forth the promise of growth and change to those who feel tinges of this sadness. Or, maybe a new month will do the trick.
If anything, we can hope for spring to warm our icy hearts, hug us close and tell us things will be alright.