It is a less grand and pretentious paganism she affirms. I don’t guess she would even use the word.
She rightly sees, but wrongly understands, the beauty in dingle and dell. And nominal Christianity has let her down horribly. She has Job’s complaint to a certain degree, and needs prayers, love, and exhortation more than anything else.
All y’all. Thanks and Merry Christmas!
Ah, I see.
We’re all holding together ... a little snow, a little sneezing, please wash your hands. What do you mean we’re out of wine?
I went out a few minutes ago to unplug our string of Christmas lights and found Yellow Cat, the neighborhood rounder, on the doormat in a ball. “Yeeeeoooowwwrrrrr!” he says, and I felt bad and put some cat food on a napkin for him. Next time I opened the door he had moved on.