Rock On little elves

My children are helping me get in the holiday mood by doing this:

Merry Christmas to you and all your elves:)

Starlings in Winter

Each year, I send out a Winter Solstice package to some neighborhood friends, reminding me that on the shortest day of the year, we have to hold onto the hope of light returning.  This year, light and hope seem particularly relevant as we all struggle to come to terms with recent events.  As usual, the poets say it best:

 

 

Starlings in Winter

By Mary Oliver

　

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine

how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings. 
































as though I had wings.