12 December 2021
This morning, the storm door officially opened in northern California — in ALL of California. The portal flung open after a cold, dry spell, and all that I could think of was — how do I move toward Christmas in the midst of buckets of rain arriving to the Golden State from the Gulf of Alaska.
I first went in search of a new wallpaper for my laptop. Images always lead me in directions hitherto unknown, and not even suspected. This snowy frigid scene warmed my heart.
An hour later, I jotted down this poem.
So while the rains will continue for the next three days, four days at the most (?), I’ll be dreaming of a white Christmas, whether/weather or not those ice crystals form here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada!
Weather or Not
Raindrops can’t be snowflakes
but I can dream of landscapes
and in my dream
I can place the whitest kind of
beauty and the nicest kind of
joy
all because I found love
with a country boy.
Snowflakes aren’t raindrops
and the leaks in the roof
won’t stop
if you keep hoping for
something that will never be.
Start looking for the
possibility
that turns rain into snow,
and snow into rain
Weather can change
and so can your point
of view.
It happened to me
It can happen to you.
Debra Milligan
12 December 2021
Wish-Come-True
14 December 2021
A snowfall morning out my bedroom window came today, too early for this sleepy-head, but I am thrilled nonetheless. I got my wish, my dream-vision come true!
So this is how it can happen, when you wish, and believe that, one day, even early one morning, the wish will come to you. Wise wishes are a good start, but even a foolish one can realize before your eyes.
My first real Christmas here started early. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas!