12/23/2020
It’s different this year. Growing up in an Italian Family the feast of the seven fishes we all made on Christmas Eve every year. The cooking the preparations. Have a high place in my life, it wasn’t about presents, much more beyond that
today it’s just me. They have all passed, no need for a pilgrimage for me.
Procrastinating, much pushing myself much being by myself, I went to the market got some sea food to cook was late for the zoom. A family clock that is hanging here that I haven’t wound. It chimed 1-2-3 . I quickly wounded it up to the correct time. I know they are here, my roots,
I give gratitude, grace to the experience. To the moment today. ❤️.