Blessed Alban Elfed...
As we say goodbye to the long days, as day and night become of equal length.
As the last of the seeds and the berries are gathered.
As we look back on the people and places who have made our heart sing, the books and stories that have inspired us, the hope that has sustained us.
We hold them within us like dried flowers in a scrapbook.
Within, you are a candle always burning, even as you enter the darkest days.
You are the light.
Love Jenny xxx
