Each day is a gift.
Some days, the gift is the challenge.
Flecks of light keep the soul engine running on fumes.
Around and around we spin about the sun,
Weaving new webs of light,
Growing new galaxies deep in the heart.
~Winter Solstice~
~Full Moon~
~Still standing~
L.S. Berthelsen 
Loved it. Thanks, Merry Christmas. Martha
Thank you Martha! All the best to you also,
I love how this piece invites One to let the Heart flow unencumbered throughout every word you’ve written…..skipping, sliding, between the thoughts, the punctuation marks, your very Being’s story for now, being spun eloquently line after line. Thank you for this exuberant ‘ride’, L.S. 🌹
Thank you! Peaceful Solstice to you Carol!