The term Halcyon Days emerged in ancient times when a grieving wife named Halcyon threw herself into the sea after discovering her husband, Ceyx, drowned body. The gods took pity on the couple and turned them into halcyons, kingfishers, and gave them the power to calm the stormy seas for 14 days around the time of the winter solstice. It's really windy here today, so maybe we're too far from the sea to benefit.
But the next week will be my blogging Halcyon Days as I take a break from many of my online activities. I won't be blogging again until the 26th though I'll drop in on Twitter and Facebook during that time.
My daughter should be flying in from Morocco tomorrow. You all know how long her semester overseas has seemed to me. She's anxious to be home in America again too. By next Sunday, all the chicks will be close to the home nest again. Then maybe my Christmas spirit will kick into gear.
From the Old Farmer's Almanac today:
A Saint Bernard can make its way through snow as deep as 15 feet.
"To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle." Walt Whitman
I hope your holidays are as Walt Whitman saw life. I pray for peace in the world, in our country and in our home. So far I have one of those. I pray for comfort for those in many parts of the world where violence and disease has brought so much pain and loss. I pray in the new year, I'll be a better person in all the roles I play.
Merry Christmas to all of you. You are appreciated here.