May the blessing of light be on you—light without and light within...

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.


-Emily Dickinson

Happy holidays: 

There is always light to show the way. Especially on the darkest nights, stars in the heavens shine their brightest. 

May the sun shine warmly for you this coming year, and on those cold crisp nights, when the moon is new, may the stars about you light your way. 

We wish you peace, compassion, and loving kindness...