Bleak, but a corner has been turned. I could feel it this morning after I walked the kids in to school.
Some mornings, that is the lowest point of my day. The sky is still dark; the air, cold; I’m reminded of friends who have moved away I no longer see in my morning perambulations; this reminds me of friends left behind stateside; I know the day ahead is likely to be gray and gray again, then fully dark well before the kids are home again. Grief rumbles. My bones ache, I turn weak, and it takes my all to keep walking when I want to crawl under a tree and stare comatose into the clouds. This is the terrible admixture of loss, expat angst, and seasonal affective disorder.
But, hey! Not today! And, I realized as I found a slight spring in my step on the walk away from school today, not for at least a week now. So congratulations to me, or to England, or to something. I believe I’ve made it through the worst of another winter.
Here’s another small snapshot from the church in Northleach. A candle lit in the bleak midwinter for the memory of my grandmother. Or for myself. Or for you, should you need it.