It is January 28, and a month has passed since the last of the Christmas cards arrived. I sometimes examine the cards of a particular year and pick one or two that stand out. To make the selection, I wait until the mood of holiday revelry has quieted into January reverie. I usually look for an image or motto that captures the mood of that Christmas season.
This year a key image was in my camera, a picture that I had taken in my sitting room the morning of December 28.
A prayer candle, a crèche, a dozen white roses – with these gifts three friends helped make for me a kind of altar during the month of December. By the light of that altar, the year ahead looked more hopeful and promising.