Nothing actually stands between saying, “The river sang,” and “It was as if the river sang,” other than a set of rigid rules that forbids the former from being more than a metaphor. -Fr. Stephen Freeman
Monday, December 26, 2011
And a really wonderful book of readings for Advent and Christmas.
And candles again. Can't have too much light in December.
The oh-so-cute bag in which Someone placed the oh-so-lovely gift he gave me. And in the background one of the oh-such-fun new water glasses I bought the other day, with the word "water" in several languages around the glass.
Fascinated by the bubbles on the baking pan as I rinsed it.
Steamed cornbread and other bread crumbles, onion, celery, etc., waiting to be made into dressing, baked along with a sweet potato casserole. And the makings for a green salad with oranges, cranberries, and pecans, eventually all packed up and loaded in the car.
And then the drive to Arkansas. More on that to come.
I hope your day was merry and full of light. And of the Light.