Happy Holidays
sending you love from my heart to yours
Hello again,
Thank you to everyone who has signed up this year and continues to open these missives, it means a lot to me.
I’m never sure what to call these writings/musings… Paul Sockett, a lovely chap I met through the London Writers Salon, considered this in his newsletter. I loved the way he explored the topic.
As authors, we sign up to write ‘newsletters’ on sites such as Substack. The word ‘newsletter’ seems a little impersonal and corporate to me, so I think, going forward, I am just going to call them ‘letters’. a letter from my heart to yours, from my home to yours.
This is going to be a brief letter, just to celebrate our reconnection to the outside world. A lovely BT engineer came yesterday morning, and within the hour we were back online. A little Christmas miracle.
12 days without easy communication has been a struggle, especially in these days of plague. I really missed the LWS writing sessions. I could not motivate myself to write without all their lovely faces watching on. Jo suggested I cover a cereal box and stick little faces on to it as a substitute zoom room. But it would not have been able to replace the sense of community and support that the writers hour brings to me. I thank my lucky stars that I found LWS this year.
I don’t know about you, but it’s been a strange year, full of hope, that lockdowns and restrictions would lift, and that life would somehow go back to ‘normal’. But as I sit writing this today, we are, again, facing potential lockdowns post Christmas. I have been feeling a little discombobulated as the year draws to a close, so was glad to find the poem in one of Diana Butler Bass’s The Cottage advent newsletter, which can be found here.
May the angels of light
glisten for us this day.
May the sparks of God’s beauty
dance in the eyes of those we love.
May the universe
be on fire with Presence for us this day.
May the new sun’s rising
grace us with gratitude.
Let earth’s greenness shine
and its waters breathe with Spirit.
Let heaven’s winds stir the soil of our soul
and fresh awakenings rise within us.
May the mighty angels of light
glisten in all things this day.
May they summon us to reverence,
may they call us to life.
— John Philip Newell
May the coming year bring us all hope, joy and community, full of love, light and laughter.
Until next time, as ever, may your angels and guides watch over you and protect you until we meet again.
Love and Light,
Tracy
Links
London Writers Salon can be found here.
Paul Sockett’s Playground Posts can be found here
Diana Butler Bass’s newsletter can be found at the link below.
"I thank my lucky stars that I found LWS this year." Me too!