The leaves continue to fall around here and I walk outside and I hear the crunchy sounds with each one of my steps. For a moment I close my eyes and I go back to Germany winter of 1993. I was walking on the snow with my baby strapped to my back during a very cold winter and that walk changed my life.
I miss my boy. It's our first Christmas apart and I wish there were more ways to tell him how much I love and care for him. How proud I am of who he is. For his strength, independence, resilience and hard working spirit. Because my love you are fearless the truest of warriors. You have used your adversities to mold you into a man. I think we did pretty good... It's an honor being your mother.
In the meantime the busy time and moments have passed. What was needed has been bought. New and old friends have gathered and celebrated the season. Late night by candlelight and with plenty of wine. Happy and sad stories danced around the room to the beat of the music and I love each moment because they filled my soul with inspiration and ideas and my mind takes off faster than my feet.
This signals the moment and time to retreat.
With the falling leaves comes a calmness and stillness. It's time for me to find the ground as well. Missing myself is a great sign of creativity and ideas that are beginning to sprout. It's time to grow the roots that will help me stand strong in the upcoming year. The candles continue to shine my path as I turn inwards to bid farewell to 2012. The year some thought to be the last but I know is just the beginning.
There is a white dog and a black cat with long whiskers, two girls that bounce around full of chocolate fondue and flying high with dreams of sugar plum fairies. The fireplace burns bright and a cup of coffee flavored with Cinnamon and nutmeg awaits me.
I hope wherever you find yourself this season peace reigns in your home. Merry Christmas my friends. Santa is watching so please stay sweet.