For many, the essence of the holiday season has been consumed by a sea of rampant commercialism and economic greed that undermine the true ‘reason for the season.’
Life is but a collection of moments. This revelation occurs to me every so often, usually during a period of turmoil. At some time, at some point, we will all be caught in the torrent of life, of living, of what life is.
Rosie was a tremendous help to me in the garden. She would regularly dig cavernous holes in my beds searching for any furry creature that might have dared set up house there.
