Light Years

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Bright snow, bright moon
Mornings of bright breath beside mine
Such aching, such light


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Though I've shown up here less this last year, Landing on Cloudy Water is still a special place for me, as are all of you. Thanks for your continued community and support. Here's to a spectacular, gentle, and joy-filled 2014! 
Merry Christmas!

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  1. e.m.b.December 23, 2013 at 9:52 AM

    Beautiful words and woods. Here's to a beautiful year ahead....all the best to you and yours! And Merry Christmas!

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  2. Minnesota Prairie RootsDecember 23, 2013 at 11:49 AM

    You've been just a tad bit busy this year.

    A most blessed Christmas to you, your husband and that beautiful baby boy!

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    1. Emily BrisseDecember 26, 2013 at 3:25 PM

      A tad bit. :) Hope you enjoyed this holiday season with your far-flung children home and next to you around the table.

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  3. tinajoDecember 23, 2013 at 1:23 PM

    Beautiful post, enjoy every day! :-)

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  4. shoreacresDecember 23, 2013 at 9:45 PM

    A perfect match of image and words. My best to you and your beloveds for this season, and for the year to come!

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    1. Emily BrisseDecember 26, 2013 at 3:27 PM

      Blessings to you, as well, Linda. May your imagination (and planes, trains, and houseboats!) take you on ever more adventures in this new year.

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  5. woodbirdDecember 24, 2013 at 9:51 AM

    Happy solstice/Christmas/New Year to you and yours, dear Emily. It's hard to know what these spaces are exactly for these days...but time will lead us there. xxxx

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    1. Emily BrisseDecember 26, 2013 at 3:29 PM

      Such true words. The way you stay dedicated to your virtual trailer gives me hope. :) Stay warm in sweet and snowy VT.

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  6. Lisa GoyneDecember 24, 2013 at 2:56 PM

    I know that ache that comes from something beautiful, and the light too. Enjoy the magic of the season with your little one. Merry Christmas, and thanks for the pretty picture.

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    1. Emily BrisseDecember 26, 2013 at 3:31 PM

      Thank you for your virtual footprints here, Lisa. I hope this next year is full of many real footprints for you, heading toward where ever your heart leads.

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  7. Walk With Father NatureDecember 26, 2013 at 7:47 AM

    Emily:

    Thank you, and blessings upon your loving family throughout this coming year.

    This is a fine photograph; the beauty and simplicity of winter.

    Richard

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    1. Emily BrisseDecember 26, 2013 at 3:32 PM

      Yes: part of the cold and the winter is its simplicity, isn't it? I'm thankful for the way it keeps us inside under blankets, close to each other.

      I hope you have a wonderful, blessed Christmas, Richard!

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  8. WildBillJanuary 1, 2014 at 10:02 AM

    Perhaps your posts aren't as frequent but I find them ever more powerful. Your words consistently fill my heart with warmth.

    Hoping you have the best New Year ever! Blessed are you to have such a wonderful family!

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    1. Emily BrisseJanuary 2, 2014 at 7:51 PM

      Thank you so much, Bill. Hard to believe we've been wishing each other holiday greetings for a few years now!

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    2. WildBillJanuary 15, 2014 at 7:22 PM

      You are about to experience just how fast time can pass. Hope you are wearing your seat belt! Oh, one more thing, I'm very pleased to have found you. You are a source of inspiration. Thank you.

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  9. marinelaJanuary 3, 2014 at 12:09 PM

    Beautiful thoughts, love it x

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