Like many parts of the UK, my home is enveloped in snow and ice and movement out is difficult. I am fortunate, though, in that I am warm and there is food in the larder, and I do not have to travel. I have all I need. While I give thanks for these blessings, my heart goes out to those many people who are experiencing hardship and distress, at many levels, as their Christmas plans are ruined.
The news reporting is filled with scenes of travel chaos and disruption, but at least these travellers, the great majority of them, will reach their destination eventually and will celebrate the season with friends and family, albeit a little late or differently from what they intended. What has been overshadowed by the weather effects and, sadly, indifference, is the thousands of people who are alone always, who cannot afford to be warm, or to travel or to be festive, people of all ages who have been forgotten or ignored by their community. You who are reading my words, please open your heart, with me, to remember them. If you are among them yourself, then know I am thinking of you particularly.
I will write a special Commentary on New year's Eve in anticipation of the year ahead. It will be the full moon then, and a perfect time for reflection. It may be I will write again before then, depending on what occurs in the interim. Meanwhile, I send you my love and warmest wishes at this special time.