Coffee by my bed this morning, presented by the Elf On The Shelf.
Morning walk with Sofia around the neighborhood, smiling, waving shouts of “Merry Christmas” to strangers we meet.
Back home, reaching out to those we love, miss, cherish.
Chocolate bars surprise for our neighbors. Masks on, tossing chocolate, scurrying back home.
Knock upon the door, a neighbor, Karen with her sister, two surprise plates of Christmas Lasagna tossed from 6 feet away. (It’s hard to toss plates of food.)
Basura asleep in her bed, exhausted after helping deliver gifts around the world.
Sofia loves her, “I’m not yelling, I’m Portuguese” coffee mug and t-shirt.
Wondering where I would be without The Pandemic, usually it’s a trip to Arizona to visit my brother.
Happy to see kids in the street, riding new scooters, playing basketball.
Thinking of those struggling, counting my blessings. Remember to stay in the light, do what’s right.
Nothing needed, things are wanted, this year the divide is visible.
Letting go and letting in the world, the simplicity, the complexity, the good, the bad.
It’s truly an amazing time to be alive, oh the stories we will tell.
Merry Christmas, may God bless us each and everyone.
Much Love, #girlwithguitar and Basura Cat
(I’m sure that Sofia sends her love too, but after eating her Christmas Lasagna, she’s currently napping on the couch.)
