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It's raining.
I love the rain.
It's supposed to snow tonight.
I love snow even more.
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But for some reason I feel blue... a bit melancholy. The Christmas tree is up and a few more decorations are scattered about our home, but if it wasn't for my daughter putting up the tree and decorations, they wouldn't be up. In a way, holidays are now just another day to me.
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As I've gotten older, and both my parents are gone, I understand why some people are sad this time of year. Sometimes I have to work at it to feel excited.
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Don't misunderstand though, CHRISTmas is more than just a holiday day to me, it's something I have in my heart and soul forever, even on sad days. That's what gets me through sad days, having Christ in my heart.
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As for the blues, this too shall pass ~ that I know ~ and tomorrow I will probably snap out of it and I'll be working non-stop on orders and housework and last minute shopping again.
French author, Charles Baudelaire, once said:
"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
And so, I thought I'd scatter this blog post with blue items in my home... a mixture of melancholy and beauty.
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I think I'll go get a cup of hot tea and pop in a Jane Austen movie...
Thanks for visiting...
Take Care & God Bless,
Lana
~*~