Some of you know I’ve plunged back into writing. It’s my granddaughter’s fault. She wanted me to compile some of my poetry, published & unpublished, into a book. Therefore I created FACETS REIGN.
Then decided to write a new Christmas story. Only it evolved into a cozy mystery novel. Which naturally spawns sequel ideas.
So this writer who, ah, paused her career writes again.
New novel, new mystery, new page in life.
Someone asked if I was dreading Christmas season this year. I think they were joking.
Maybe not. Last year I got the flu, was ill through much of the holiday season and the year before I fell & broke my ankle curtailing many holiday activities. Both still were very special Christmases full of blessings.
Many times over the years the holidays have been bittersweet missing lost love ones and facing life challenges. Yet the eternal spirit of Christmas always shimmers through– whether it’s a choir singing like an angel chorus, or wonder sparkling in the eyes of a child, or the joy deep within as we listen once again to the story of baby Jesus.
So I intend to celebrate the holiday season this year and will try to share a few moments with you, family & friends.
by Karen Elizabeth Rigley
About 3 AM Sunday morning, I took a tumble down the stairs. Not that I’m terribly graceful at the best of times, but this happens to be an extraordinarily bad time to be a klutz. It’s just about ten days to Christmas.
Don’t have my shopping done. Nor baking. Forget wrapping. Thank goodness I had just finished my tree and decorations, including hauling all the boxes down to the basement, then stashed away – mere hours before my mishap.
Already missed my little Lexi’s first-ever Christmas concert. That was harder on me than the fall. Fortunately, she has one more and I am determined to see that. A party scheduled at my house has been moved. Parties, concerts, shopping, suddenly transform to huge challenges.
Even trying to clean the house or carry something from one room to another turns into an obstacle. Or up and down the stairs. It’s hard enough to get me up and down those stairs. 
Yet, with my broken ankle came a tumble of blessings. My family, friends and neighbors are rallying around me and I’m so touched and grateful. I couldn’t begin to list all the wonderful thoughtful things they’ve done or prayers and get well wishes they offer.
Yes, breaking my ankle is a bummer, but I am so lucky and blessed and feel very loved. Thank you all for everything. You have made this Christmas special.
May the peace and joy of the holiday season light your heart all year.
shimmerfall 