I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com.
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Had a sermon (on-line) several weeks ago about the 10 virgins waiting for the groom and some kept their lamps burning while they waited. Anyway, when the groom finally came those virgins had no oil to light the way for the groom. Father Peter said that with the invention of electricity, we no longer experience the darkness in that way. Boy, he’s never been to the PNW at this time of year. Even with the home brightly lit and snug and warm, we know what the darkness outside is like.
Yesterday someone said, “Spring is coming!” To which I thought “ugh.” Spring means work. Spring means the end of cozy. I love spring, but I’m in no hurry for it.
I actually mostly keep the electric lights off on the shortest day. Tree lights and candles, for the whole day to honor the dark. It’s really lovely. And it was a rainy, stormy day here too. I could probably be happy in Alaska! Except for all that pesky light in the summer.
Haha … sunrise, too 😂
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Amen to all of it.
And that sunsise … I’m speechless.
(Which feels appropriate on this Wordless Wednesday)
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Can’t remember the lyrics exactly but “Turn, turn, turn, for every season there is . . . ?”
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To everything there is a season… Judy Collins.
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Of course!
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Had a sermon (on-line) several weeks ago about the 10 virgins waiting for the groom and some kept their lamps burning while they waited. Anyway, when the groom finally came those virgins had no oil to light the way for the groom. Father Peter said that with the invention of electricity, we no longer experience the darkness in that way. Boy, he’s never been to the PNW at this time of year. Even with the home brightly lit and snug and warm, we know what the darkness outside is like.
Beautiful photos. Quite dramatic.
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I never really understood “the big dark” until we moved here. My father used to start about December 24th saying, “The days are getting longer…”
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Yesterday someone said, “Spring is coming!” To which I thought “ugh.” Spring means work. Spring means the end of cozy. I love spring, but I’m in no hurry for it.
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I actually mostly keep the electric lights off on the shortest day. Tree lights and candles, for the whole day to honor the dark. It’s really lovely. And it was a rainy, stormy day here too. I could probably be happy in Alaska! Except for all that pesky light in the summer.
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