Now that the house is quiet, disheveled but settling its dust, is a fine time to write. Among the wrapping paper pieces still strewn about, half-empty water bottles and soda cans, I see the sunlight streaming in. Our chickadees have flown but their imprint is everywhere.

As I pick up, toss out and organize through, I work inside a state of gratitude, appreciating all of our blessings.

Bon Voyage, safe travels to one and all.

I click my heels.