The magic of sunshine and warmth

The world woke up wrapped in fog this morning… fog that made ghosts and apparitions out of trees and shrubberies; fog that covered rooftops and neighborhood houses in layers of pale white sheets.  The garden, too, was a quieted miasma where birds, naked branches and dead leaves where one and the same thing; a place with no sun, where light shone in a polished hue; buffed, and dark… and perhaps... perhaps this was just how my heart felt, and how I perceive life around me.  But oh, how can one feel otherwise after having spent those past few magical days in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico where sunlight and warmth are the umbrella that heal its people and mend sad hearts?  

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise sometimes, but the magic resides in that it is not that we seize them, but rather that they seize us...

It was magic all around under the warmth of the December sun and sea breezes.  Oh sun, yours is the light by which my spirit's born.  Let us dance under your warmth, wearing wild flowers in our hair!

And thus, we are home to our northern ashen winter days again; home to our snow-covered mountains—always drained of color and ices blinding our horizon in pallid sheets, and sometimes I just have to wonder how a sun loving soul such as mine, always yearning for warmth and brilliant light was so blinded as to say ‘yes’ for a return here… and how was I even able to quieted all voices inside me screaming to just follow the sun and stay where we were?  I just have to wonder.  Oh, it must had been love the motive behind all.  For only love could had been able to moved me the way it did. 
  

Our home has been decorated for Christmas as much as my heart can bear to it concerning the usual Christmas décor; but lights—light are never enough around here, never as much as necessary. Thus, lights are everywhere in our home this year. Even the outside, which in years past for whatever reasons it had always been the darkest corner in the neighborhood, it now has been illuminated and embellished with lights, and a new Christmas tree it’s the lighthouse to our home behind the windows…

I’ve been thinking a lot about mom these days and it is hard to believe that tomorrow will be a year since she left us.  My heart keeps asking questions, and pondering; remembering and yearning... yearning upon a dream to come true one day.  Time moves so fast, people come and go out of our lives. We must never miss the opportunity to tell the people we love and care how much they mean to us.