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it's winter, alright

awake

Amazing how awake I feel, though running on considerably less sleep than usual.

The other day I landed in my room and my coat and books and bag and stuff went flying everywhere. I took off my hat and threw it on the corner of my desk chair. I took of my earrings and tossed them on the dresser. I put on my slippers. I went to make myself some tea. This is how my earrings landed, amongst others:



I love the random pattern.

The holidays have been big, lovely swirl of beautiful busy-ness. Now, it is hand back to the plow. I wonder if I will have time to read the wonderful books I got for Christmas...

Last night I finished the short Annie Dillard piece, "Holy the Firm", and I'm glad. I'm glad because of all the images I will have to roll over in the hands of my mind: burning moths, Christ shining through the slats, Absolute at base, Holy the Firm. Just read the book, please. It's beautiful.