With all of life there is joy and sadness- often living side by side. One of our main team members here at the Essential Feminine Company had this light and dark experience this week. Judie Fouchaux has been a pillar in our company and she is experiencing a major hassle in the middle of the holiday season. (Read her poem below—it is wonderful!).
One thing I know about Judie is that she is a rock and a pillar and will always make full use of where light and dark meet. We should all do the same ….Read her poem –written in the midst of her home being flooded this week.
Happy Holidays and that you Judie for being you and for all you do.
As we approach the Winter Solstice –a true time of winter reflection we have a chance to notice the light and dark in our lives.
The Week Before Christmas
‘Twas the week before Christmas with much to be done
There’s cooking and baking and oh so much fun.
There’s work as well so early I go
Out into the day but not into snow.
And then work comes to an end and I’m headed home
Where for an hour or so I’ll be alone.
Time to bake cookies just one little batch
So I rush to the door and turn open the latch.
But what do I hear as I open the door –
The sound of a loud “Plunk” followed by more.
I rush to the kitchen and look in the sink
But it’s not the faucet left on as I think
It comes from the ceiling and what’s more
There’s an inch of water all over the floor.
I rush to the stairs and up them I dash
Race through the bedroom to bath – splish, splash.
I turn off the faucet and pick up the rugs
Full of water they’re thrown in the tub.
Throw down more towels so sop up the mess
Get on the phone and call Dann in duress.
Down to the kitchen to open deck door,
Frantically sweeping the tide from the floor.
Dann arrives and asks what to do.
I tell him call Eliot to get us out of this stew.
Call him he does and then Eliot comes
Shortly thereafter the whole house hums.
Fire in the fireplace, heaters galore
Blowers and suckers all over the floor.
Four hours later the best has been done
When we dry out we’ll get back to the fun.
J C Fouchaux