In this quietest season, my words have been reborn in the form of an essay published over at Literary Mama Magazine, here. With the plummeting temperatures around here right now, it is a perfect evening to curl up and read, sip some tea and trust that what we seek is sure to be found once more. Thanks to each of you for your kind comments and your emails of support and encouragement. Each little message sent my way is a rippling prayer flag in a steady breeze...another confirmation that help is there when you need it most.