Scent of Cedar *
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he's not then I can share the coffee and pastries with some other mothers' cold sons
These are extraordinary actions on your part, Lucy.
Truly an honor, to read this, to know that you did this, to know that such kindness is happening in the world.
It brightens my day, and leaves me feeling more generous, too.
Like it is okay to believe that we matter, that the smallest actions we take can matter, can make things so much brighter.
It is hard to remember that. There is so much bad news, and sometimes it seems hopeless.
We can change things, can create generosity and gratitude.
The forest was a magical place yesterday morning. Everything was covered in a thick frost and it
was a bit like driving into Narnia.
I can picture it.
Time out of time.
The mud was thick past the gates so I abandoned my car and walked the half mile to the derelict
farmhouse in my wellies. My son was there, with around 10 others, they had a good log fire going
in the makeshift stove and the air was thick with smoke. I felt very welcome, especially as I had
come bearing pastries!
:O)
I stayed for 2 hours and had mixed thoughts as I
left, but we agreed that I would drive there againon Dec 27th and bring him here for a couple of
days so he can see his sisters
This is such a human thing ~ the being confused and angry and sad and yet, wanting so much to see those faces we love.
I am glad you will all be together near the holiday. Anticipation will make this time of year easier for him, I think.
And after you were gone, there were the socks.
:O)
Wishing you such a nice day, Lucy.
Cedar