Travel Hag – Travel for Women – girlfriends and goddesses
Merry Christmas, my friends and family. I write this while sitting by the fire on a gloomy December day just as the sun is setting. We’re only nine days from Christmas and I’m still finding it difficult to feel “Christmas” like I used to. I think one needs children to experience that old magic.
Here’s to the end of the dark nights and any winter in our hearts. It’s finally Christmas, my friends. Wishing you love and abundant blessings. And, I hope you can kiss a baby this Christmas. It’s good luck for the coming year.
For the last 15 years, the salutation for my Christmas letter has been, “Merry Christmas from Marion Station.” I skipped sending a letter in 2021 because I was in the throes of moving to a new town. After Dan passed away in December of 2020, I left our Marion home.
Merry Christmas from Marion Station. I write this to you from my 2nd story office, which has a panoramic view of the south side of my home. I’m fortunate to write while looking out through the treetops of magnolia, crape myrtle and maple trees. Today it’s gloomy and pouring rain which is good when one needs to be in a reflective mood.