Stop the sun, we'll get off here.

Today we had our holiday, on the solstice. Decorated tree, crosswords done, food savored, family enjoined, winter market shopped. Contented cats and at peace with each other - neither rare, but always welcome.

Call it Yule, Christmas, certainly Solstice.

trailing off

Spots or not, call it. Endless floods. Red zone.

Basta.

Erratical issue

Eleven days? Seriously? It is a sputterment.

Kee & Peele

This made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe.

Letting go of all the harm.

Compassion isn't a luxury, isn't nice, a decoration, an extra, but essential. Compassion is the way through the hurt, understanding kindness for everyone involved in the pain. That breaks the cycle, that heals the wounds.

It does not absolve responsibility, does not hide truth, it says, enough, be at peace.