Kari and I walked at Walden this morning.
I wanted the sky to be blue today….But it reflected our mood in black and grey.
Whereas last year I remember the cold bright sun on Thanksgiving morning, today our world was full of shadows. A figure lost in the tree tops… I believe she is up there, peeking through an opening in the thick grey clouds, shining her light on our world from where trust is born.
Healing us, where we could not heal her…