Between Holy days and new beginnings

A barefoot December, childhood Christmases, and what really stays with us.

Hi dear one

It’s warm here, and the world keeps moving, just on a different beat. And my heart is full of memories, both sweet and sharp, as the year winds down.
That strange, sacred, sometimes suffocating season where joy and grief sit right next to each other at the dinner table. Where everything smells like oranges, cinnamon, and memories.

Being far fro…