12.03.15 “I shall see the springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; and when Old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, and build me stately palaces by candlelight.” –Charles Baudelaire
On the first day of December, I put my fairy window up in the kitchen pantry. I can still watch the snow fall outside the top half of the double-hung window, but there is a “through the looking-glass” magic to look at the gray sky through wavy leaded glass, illuminated with fairy lights. At dusk, when the white lights come on outside the nook window, I pull all the lace cafe curtains shut in the kitchen, turn on the mantle bough lights, and light the candles throughout the living room. I find myself rushing home in the afternoons to get here in time to “close all my shutters.”
I guess I am seeking safety–from Old Man Winter, climate change, wars and pestilence, violence seemingly everywhere. And, the knowledge that another year is coming to an end. In December, mortality sometimes feels like a shadow coming down the hill behind my house. This is why I listen, over and over again, to the honor concert video of Duncan and Anna singing “Shalom, shalom, may peace be with you my friend”. And, I know that I must keep vigil for magic and fairies out there in the deepest dark.
Weeping once again in love and support. Anna and Duncan appear to just make it all right with their song of peace