Seeing all the snow that the east coast has received over the past few days has brought back memories of long ago. I grew up in Michigan where winters were cold, snowy, and long. Living in northern California we have days of rain and grey skies but no magical white snow, you have to travel to the mountains for that. I am homesick for snow. But have to settle grey overcast days of rain and mist. The quiet, misty feel of a foggy walk. No crisp bone chilling cold but soft, damp moist rainy shivers. Walking down a deserted highway with threads of clouds weaving their way between the trees it feels as if you are being followed by ghosts. That if you were to turn around quickly you would catch someone following you. It is unsettling and makes you trip along alittle quicker thankful for the birds who keep you company. I've been thinking of ghosts this Christmas the ghosts of Christmas past-my husband says I spend too much time thinking of that past and things I can do nothing about. I like to think of it as honoring events and people that you have loved. My mother in law died on a dark rainy Christmas day and part of my Christmas will always be spent sitting beside her holding her hand as she took her last breath and left this world. It doesn't stop me from loving the present it only helps me hold it closer and know that every day is precious and should be treasured.
