Wednesday, December 18, 2013

advent, light






morning. there's a lot of snow out there. it's cold outside. it's cold inside.  i'm a tea-junkie, and a wood stove junkie, and if i had my way i'd sleep with my toes on the thing. 

advent. light.

grey. white. 

i read a beautiful piece by my friend emily last night called What we Heard When we Listened which made me feel deeply connected (to this place, to others, to the past, to her). 


keep it simple, friends. 

-r