White Christmas
ending the year with quietness and gratitude
twelfth moon, twenty-third day, 2025
i just experienced the best week of my entire life a couple days ago. i saw the future i want to live back there. a future where i would sit quietly in a house next to the love of my life. it felt like a dream. but alas, travelling three states back and forth and going to the work party last night left me exhausted. i decided to make a cup hot cocoa this morning and poured it into my thermos. then i went out for a walk in the snow to clear my mind.
cheers to the sky
snowflakes melt
into my hot cocoa
twelfth moon, twenty-fourth day, 2025
i can’t remember when was the last time my family and i went to the church on Christmas Eve. i really wanted to go yesterday. i really wanted to go and thank God for all the things he did this year. it has been fruitful in every field i can think of: food on the table, roof above our head, new experiences, inspiring art journey, and blooming relationships. it has been a year full of transformation. i feel so grateful.
hark! the herald
my sacramental bread melts
in gratitude
my eyes felt teary hearing that Christmas song. it’s one of my favorites and one of the many reasons why i wanted to go to church last night. that and “Angels We Have Heard on High.” the altar looked so beautiful too. four lovely Christmas trees and bouquets of poinsettias filled the stage.
twelfth moon, thirtieth day, 2025
i’ve been thinking about the snow i saw at work five nights ago. i was about to throw the garbages when i looked up and saw them falling gently below a streetlight.
silent night
her
in every snowflake
on my way home after giving my grandparents some groceries.
snowy footsteps
skittering towards me
squirrel!