the running wave

I think that more than ever before, certainly in my lifetime of 66 years, we go into a new year with a sense of trepidation.  2016 has not been a happy year for this world.  So many people lost;  famous faces but an even greater number of unknown, but equally precious souls.  Lost to the world through violence, ignorance and every kind of wrongdoing you can think of.  Goodness knows what 2017 will bring, with such narcissistic personalities at the helm and in action. One thing you can be sure of - we are all in it together, so I hope that recognition of truth and doing the right thing will prevail, and this time next year we will be feeling rather more at peace than I think we do at the moment.  Hope springs eternal! Let's start the new year with this! Deep peace I breathe into you, O weariness, here: O ache, here! Deep peace, a soft white dove to you; Deep peace, a quiet rain to you; Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you! Deep peace, red wind of the east

Depending on where you are in the world, you may have already tucked into your Christmas dinner, or maybe it is still work in progress!  We always have ours on Christmas Eve, so all our washing up is done and Christmas Day is in the progress of being very relaxing and, now that some of the grandchildren have left the building, really quite peaceful!   I hope that your Brussel sprouts and all the trimmings have been delicious, and that, wherever you are, and whichever time zone, you are enjoying a happy Christmas day.  With very best wishes from the running wave .

Blogger has recently changed the format of things, and I have only just worked out how to find your comments!  So apologies to those who have left messages, especially in response to the group hug!  I only found your lovely messages a few minutes ago and they are all so much appreciated.  Thank you very much. Tilly is back from the animal hospital now.  I have to say that it was quite a shock and upsetting when I first saw her.  Her poor head looks a bit like something out of the Lord of the Rings - those awful naked Orc creatures, who are usually up to no good.  She has, however, retained the auditory canal and her hearing on that side, so that is a blessing.  Hopefully the lab, who will be examining the tumour, will think that enough margins have been taken, and she won't have to go back and have further surgery.  She is in remarkably good spirits.  Back to her old self in every other respect, so that is wonderful.  Once her fur grows back and the plastic lampshade she has on

As we race towards Christmas and overdose on red and green, I thought we would celebrate a completely different colour.  Violet.