This year my end of year message was going to be a deep and meaningful account of the kind of Christmases I grew up with and how those memories come back every year to make me ‘homesick’. Many of the traditions I remember I now know to be of ancient, pre-christian origins, of course at the time I had no idea. I was going to talk about rituals and traditions whether they be cultural, religious or just family and how they shape us. There was to be some more about tolerance and acceptance, about being true to yourself and those around you. Instead, I have spent my time in the kitchen and with the children, oh ok and a fair amount of time on the computer doing things other than writing the above post of course.
So here is my message….short and sweet…..and from the heart.