
I took a walk this morning and it was so warm out! Well... compared to the weather we've had lately it felt tropical. Stepping out into the sunny 34 degree late morning, I headed off to the post office again where I was mailing a few more things a long for friends/ family. As I walked in I noticed a big line...I didn't mind at all. the sun was shinning and everything just seemed delightful. So I stood in line and I saw this old fragile woman. She was so adorable with her old Christmas sweater and her wonderful gray knit hat, while looking at various packing material. Her daughter, I presume was calling to her to come back in line... in Russian. So she scuffled over and held onto her daughters arm and they chatted and giggled. It was absolutely wonderful. I couldn't help but smile, nor could my heart. Many people know that I adore old people. I really do, I love them. I believe that a lot of old people don't even realize how cute they are.... But, they are.

As I walked back to the house through town, the streets were busy with people in their cars venturing out into the chaos that is Christmas shopping. People moving and singing in their cars to the music on the radio. So nice. As I turned a corner and started walking down through the neighbor hood, I looked at the lights on the bushes and trees. I wondered how some people got their lights on some of these trees because when they aren't lit they look like an absolute mess... Thinking about it as I walked, I thought about how a lot of peoples lives can be like that, all tangled and twisted, including mine. When you look at a tree with a bunch of lights all over it, everything just blends together. It could be extremely hard to figure out how to take those lights off if you didn't put them up yourself, if it wasn't your tree. However, you know your own roots better than others. But looking at that massive ball of tangles cords and branches, wrapping around and knotting in various places, it's interesting to see how tangled we all feel until our light shows. How crazy chaotic our lives can be until we see the complete beauty shine through later on, making us realize why we wrestled with those branches and un tangling the knots to begin with.
The hard work certainly paid off... Don't you agree?
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