Hullo. I'm Kathie...Mac to my friends. And this is my celebration of the seasons. Pardon the mess...I'm constantly rearranging this place.

We mark our lives with difference, for there is no other guide. Seconds, minutes,hours, days and years slide past us like white walls in a featureless hall, and we hardly notice the small changes of self that insinuate themselves into our fiber as quietly as twilight. If not for the mirror of the seasons, we might live and die without comment...without guessing where the reflected versions of us have been and what they've seen, without realizing the distance we've come and the scope of the journey yet to be made. Whether that journey is daunting or exhilarating can't be told until the end, and your guess is (at least) as good as mine. Still, we want to know, annoying creatures that we are. And thus we divide the years where we can, glancing sideways at the glass that lets us know when our hair is uncombed and our destinies unfulfilled. The task remaining is Directory to decide what to do about it, if anything, and to greet our future images with some sort of expectation. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. It's enough, maybe, to have the vision. It's as good a reason as any. The celebrations you'll see linked to my site are generally not political, commercial (although I can't help it if some of them have been exploited commercially), or commemorative, but rather ones of seasonal rhythm. Thus, if you fail to find Father's Day or Cinco de Mayo, for example, it's for no other reason than that neither originates from natural cycles. At any rate, welcome and my hand to you because it's nice to have company. Take what you will and leave what you can. Coffee's in the kitchen and there are probably some ginger snaps left in the jar if the grandkids haven't beaten you to them.

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