It’s that existential season when structures reveal themselves, whether they are trees bare of leaves or beds bare of comfort. Winter can bring insomnia and questions of faith, along with powerful affirmation. Although December is a time of celebration, it is also often a time of passage, and anyone who has lost a parent or other loved one in this season knows the particular poignance of this confluence.

What better station to consider life, death, prayer, hope and all the indulgent remedies for these thoughts than the bed? [Read more…]