enduring the darkness
The days don't grow fast enough but at least the season of forced festivities is at an end. How very sad we need to be told when to celebrate our lives. Seems we should be able to figure that out on our own. Even sadder we don't keep the lights til February-- it's about keeping the darkness at bay.
Almost every day the world comes to an end for me. The digging out is a bother.
Endurance is built of art and compassion.
kept the day of the dead altar up with our pagan tree.
The color and lights, the remembering sweet things about family and friends gone now from the planet.
The days don't grow fast enough but at least the season of forced festivities is at an end. How very sad we need to be told when to celebrate our lives. Seems we should be able to figure that out on our own. Even sadder we don't keep the lights til February-- it's about keeping the darkness at bay.
Almost every day the world comes to an end for me. The digging out is a bother.
Endurance is built of art and compassion.
kept the day of the dead altar up with our pagan tree.
The color and lights, the remembering sweet things about family and friends gone now from the planet.
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