Beacons

Saturday 18th December

Day 241

This morning the snow lies powder light on the pavement. It squeaks under our boots like soft puffs of air squeezed from a balloon. In the park children shriek down the slopes on their toboggans. I have to shade my eyes to watch them as the sun bounces diamond bright off the white grass. We hold on to each other on the most slippery paths.

Tonight coming back from Christmas supper with dear friends, we pick our way over rutted ice scrunching like broken glass under the soles of our shoes. The world is frozen. But all day I’ve felt warmed by the flood of care and kindness from the precious people in my life. They circle me like constant flaring beacons on my cliff edge - guiding me home.