Guiding Light

The winter solstice. In the darkness the light shines brightly through the window of The Meeting Place in the village.

Today it is two years since we lost Mum. I think of her most days but today more so. She continues to guide me through the twists and turns of life. This evening I have been reading a diary she wrote in 1982 when my sister and I were children. It's interesting to read her reflections on life as it was then and of our preparations for Christmas. She did so much for us all.