Heald

It's Christmas time. Presents, family, joy, snow (if you're in Britain this year, for the first time!), love, sadness, carols, cold, wrapping, last minute shopping rush turkey, stuffing, hats, wine, LIGHT, darkness, pudding, whisky, socks, church (perhaps the only time?), Santa, friends, bad TV, early holiday sales, good TV, pain, political correctness, festivities, difficulties... What a crazy mix. It's never easy. *** I wrote a Christmas poem this year. It attempts to show the massive mystery of the real reason behind why we celebrate Christmas in six lines. It can't really be done. Here's the important thing: Jesus was born; not just

My time in the Refúgio is almost up.  On Friday at 16.05 I will be speeding along the runway before the nose pulls up and the plane slowly rises off the ground, spins around, and points itself in the direction of London Heathrow.  I've been here for about six months (in fact, my time has spanned 6 months - January, February, March, April, May and June - but not quite been a six month duration) and it feels very weird to be leaving.  This has become a home for me, in a way; in England I have nowhere to act as home since our house is being rented at the moment.  It's an odd feeling to leave somewhere that has so quickly become so familiar,

It's been a while since my last update. Coming onto Deviantart for the first time in a few weeks, I'm am greeted by a whole array of flowers and plants, photos of creation, pictures of new life, brief moments budding and colour captured.  It's beautiful.  Spring is here. There is so much I would like to say about Easter.  But I will let these words speak for themselves.  Jesus Christ, who lived a life of love, of justice, of mercy, was falsely accused on trumped up charges, injustly sentanced by jealous people who felt threatened by him.  The man who lived in Love, willingly let himself be condemned, outcast, and killed on a cross in place