Here is where we want to be, and in the last few days, we are grateful for the isolation. The events of the last few weeks have left me saddened and unsettled. I fret over how we have come to prize killing, making it a heroic act, rather than the tragedy that every death is, whether in the name of justice or not. That is not to say that those who serve and protect should not be honored, but I cannot help but wonder if our focus on warfare as a means to settle conflict contributes to the number of angry young men who shoot up schools and drivers on highways with such reckless abandon for life. To contemplate it too long leaves me heartsick. And so I turn my attention to those things that sustain us.
This will be our tenth winter here in the north and in spite of the cold and the short days, I look forward to it every bit as much as the first, and maybe a bit more. This year, the freezers are full with the food we grew or bought from neighbors, and the pantry is laden with jars of jams and jellies, pickles and preserves.
Kasey and family are coming to share supper, so the house will fill with the laughter and chatter of boys, and when they depart, it will be time to gather the dogs and head to bed.
Walls for the wind,
A roof for the rain
And tea beside the fire.
Laughter to cheer you,
Those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire.