God is the madwoman in the attic. I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.
Monday, December 07, 2009
During these months of treading into deeper darkness we remember the light. We honor it. We call it to ourselves. In electric bulbs & candles. In bright blinking elaborate holiday displays lit up before eager crowds. In the simple strands that warm & cheer our homes.