Heart Home Hope
These are the only three words on the inside of a holiday card offered by the Habitat for Humanity. If I were sending out cards, that's the one I would send.

With b!X on the West Coast and pregnant cwyln and her husband on the East Coast, it's just me, my brother, and my mother this year. I miss my offspring mightily this Xmas.

Last night, my mother and I both dreamed about my father, who died on December 26, 1984 from pancreatic cancer, with the three of us by his side. I haven't had a Xmas tree since the one I left undecorated that year in my empty apartment. Whenever my mother and I dream about him, he never talks.

The Winter Solstice is the time to celebrate the Great Mother and her Golden Child, the coming of light to dispel the darkness.

Heart. Home. Hope.