Friends~
I have adored leading the Wissahickon Writing Circles at The Cedar’s House Café throughout this Fall. In the second autumnal cycle, I was blessed to add a second group on Friday afternoons–which allowed me the supreme pleasure of spending (at least) two afternoons each week in my beloved Wissahickon! I am a lucky woman.
The Wissahickon Writing Circles will start up again in March. But since there is a strong desire among those who have been writing with me to continue doing so throughout the winter, I am adding an indoor, winter circle. We will meet on Friday afternoons in my home in East Mt. Airy, Philadelphia,There are two, maybe three, spaces open in this group, so contact me very soon if you’d like to join us.
In the month of gift sharing, I offer a poem and an image of mine from the woods near The Cedars House, both born of this season and the holy place that is our Wissahickon. I offer them both below with the blessings of light and fire so needed in our times.
May the darkness of this season bring each of us what we most deeply desire.
Much love~
Susan
In the city where I live
the year begins with Thanksgiving.
When every high leaf has last descended,
the hardwoods, releasing
all their breathing labors
ascend, toss crowns
to the sky magnificent—
who watches, waits,
catches in her colors every hope
of every gray branch that ever uttered
one word of praise.
I mean to say that
here, in the city of love,
the year begins with such power,
such fire inside, we must
light candles to speak of it,
make temples of our houses,
altars of our kitchen tables,
and of our windows
mirrors of this light.
–Susan Windle
Friends~
I have adored leading the Wissahickon Writing Circles at The Cedar’s House Café throughout this Fall. In the second autumnal cycle, I was blessed to add a second group on Friday afternoons–which allowed me the supreme pleasure of spending (at least) two afternoons each week in my beloved Wissahickon! I am a lucky woman.
The Wissahickon Writing Circles will start up again in March. But since there is a strong desire among those who have been writing with me to continue doing so throughout the winter, I am adding an indoor, winter circle. We will meet on Friday afternoons in my home in East Mt. Airy, Philadelphia,There are two, maybe three, spaces open in this group, so contact me very soon if you’d like to join us.
In the month of gift sharing, I offer a poem and an image of mine from the woods near The Cedars House, both born of this season and the holy place that is our Wissahickon. I offer them both below with the blessings of light and fire so needed in our times.
May the darkness of this season bring each of us what we most deeply desire.
Much love~
Susan
In the city where I live
the year begins with Thanksgiving.
When every high leaf has last descended,
the hardwoods, releasing
all their breathing labors
ascend, toss crowns
to the sky magnificent—
who watches, waits,
catches in her colors every hope
of every gray branch that ever uttered
one word of praise.
I mean to say that
here, in the city of love,
the year begins with such power,
such fire inside, we must
light candles to speak of it,
make temples of our houses,
altars of our kitchen tables,
and of our windows
mirrors of this light.
–Susan Windle
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