We had some dreary days this week, again. I chased sunlight by working with gold and yellow thread and spending an afternoon with a friend.
I chased it by reading a novel by Amor Towels, a favorite author.
I chased it by listening to a new piece of classical music every day. (See the book, Year of Wonder by Clemency Burton-Hill.)
I found sunlight as I wrote out a story from my dad’s life.
I found it as I studied about the mission of John the Baptist. (See The Life and Teachings of Jesus Christ From Bethlehem to the Sermon on the Mount, edited by Richard Neitzel Holzapfel and Thomas Wayment.)
This week, rather than put away the Christmas cards, I hung them on an empty wall in my kitchen where they will stay. The faces on the cards feel like sunlight to me.