Enfolded

I went uptown to that little candlelight meditation, last night, little sweetheart.

I went last week too and found it was much colder walking home than walking there. I’d very much wished I’d brought the beautiful scarf you made for me. So, tonight, I put it and a pair of gloves in my backpack, not needing them for the walk top but at the ready for the walk back, in case it was so bitterly colder after, again.

Since last week, they’d put up Christmas decorations, little sweetheart. It was mostly pine wreaths and garlands. The had them wrapped around the banisters leading up the steps outside the front door and in wreaths around the crowns of the pews at each aisle. I sat in my place in the back and sang along with the chants, coming forward when it was time, to light a candle for you and say our prayer. The lights darkened after as the meditation began and everyone was silently in contemplation for a long while.

My thoughts, as always, fly to you, and after the service resumed with two final songs, a prayer and the benediction, I wrapped myself up in your beautiful scarf and braved the cold. I needed it! Just as I need you. And there is something so magical in being literally wrapped up, enfolded in the beautiful warm scarf you made for me with your very hands. It keeps me close to you.

May it be ever so. With all my love…