Last week, we participated in a lantern walk with the Shining Star Waldorf play group. The walk took place at 5:30, when it is nearly completely dark in this northern corner of the planet. There is a particular significance to the festival in the Christian Waldorf tradition, but, for me, it was about Stormy, holding a little lantern for her and for the light she gave us for 12 years. I carved a couple of holes into turnips that were going to go bad in my kitchen, put a votive candle inside each of them, and made a handle. The candles would not stay lit and neither Norah or Harvey would hold their lantern. We left the walk half way through it--literally bolted for our car, frozen and hungry. A nice idea...
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That sounds totally idyllic. In my home visiting days, I happened on a block in Spring Creek where all the homes had those lanterns lining their walkways. It was breathtaking.
Ahhh. Sounds like a beautiful attempt to honor Stormy and share in what sounded like a very cool experience regardless of the circumstances.
What beautiful luminaries. And though this may sound corny, isn't that what dogs do for us? Light up our lives while they are with us? The time never seems long enough, but I am learning to be grateful for the time I did have with Luna, instead of focusing so much on the loss.
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