A Word of Cheer

“A little smile, a word of cheer,
A bit of love from someone near,
A little gift from one held dear,
Best wishes for the coming year.

These make a merry christmas!”

–John Greenleaf Whittier

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Blessed Season of Light to all my followers, readers, fellow writers and artists and keepers of joy.

I’ve updated my music track list (to the right) to include some arrangements of Christmas pieces I’ve done over the years. I hope you’ll enjoy…

and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas



Five years ago today, one tiny little poem marked the beginning of ebbtide. Five years! Am I celebrating? Hell yes!

I am so grateful for the countless ways in which this little space on the internet has helped me – as an emotional outlet, a sounding board, a source of writerly camaraderie, and a place to celebrate beauty. There has been a (much-needed) sort of inner awakening in my life since I began this writing journey, and so many people have touched me through this medium that I can only hope I’ve been able to do a little of the same for others. So thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for five wonderful years!


a gift of morning

morning’s not a song
to be sung
but a hum
as of a thousand bees
shifting green leaves
of sweet clover
beneath a new sun
it’s the quiet vibrations
of breathing
of keeping time
keeping time
keeping rhythm
and slow rhyme
with the waves
as they dust
the dreams
from the shore
it’s the soft celebration
of having the gift
of awaking
to see
to be
to breathe
with the winds
once more

© Sarah Whiteley