In my mailbox this morning was a note from my nana, a wedding invitation, and a big fat envelope. In the envelope was a blank journal I had ordered with my Christmas money. Sometime in the mess of moving, I lost track of my last journal, and hadn’t journaled since. To be honest, I didn’t much feel like it anyway. But the last couple weeks, it’s stirred up inside of me again. And when the journal arrived, the timing seemed just right. A snowy day, a sleeping baby, a new year embarking ahead of us.
Today was a good mail day, and the snow was the sort of snow that glitters. Winter is a beautiful time of year. Also adding light to this dark time of year- this wonderful Garrison Keillor article.