Journaling
Yule holds a special place in my heart as a quiet counterbalance to the hustle of modern Christmas. While the world dives into shopping and obligations, I find solace in Yule’s simplicity and grounding nature. It’s a celebration of the winter solstice, marking the darkest day and the...
Oh! Christmas wreath upon the wall,
’Neath memory’s tender spell
A wondrous charm doth o’er thee fall,
And round thy beauty dwell.
— Anna de Brémont (1864-1922)
Journaling reads: December days can be cold and grey. Today was one such day as we had errands to run. 12/16/24
A foggy day, the dampness clings,
The cold seeps in to abuse the bones.
A soggy day, a rain’s shower rings
With music filled with many tones.
Ernestine Northover
In the bleak midwinter
frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron,
water like a stone:
snow had fallen,
snow on snow,
snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter,
long ago.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
By Robert Frost
Journaling reads: Every other year we spend Thanksgiving with my daughter, Jessica, and her family in Ohio. The other years we spend with Mark's daughter, Jenifer. Usually my daughter, Elisabeth, and her family are spending the week with Brad's family in WV, but they come on Friday to share...
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