Somehow, we’ve landed in mid-December, which is proving both twinkly and hectic, as per usual. Here’s what’s saving my life, as we move through the last stretch of quasi-normal days before the Christmas break:
- The Sylvia Plath poem from which this post takes its title.
- “O Come O Come Emmanuel” (the Civil Wars version), on repeat.
- Hot, spicy chai and a buttered English muffin from Darwin’s in the mornings.
- Striped dress + black leggings + boots + scarf + magic green coat = warm, stylish winter uniform.
- Sunshine and blue skies, even when it’s frigid out. (Related: walks in the fresh air, any time I can get them.)
- A couple of evenings in a friend’s living room, eating popcorn and drinking mulled cider and reading Advent poetry.
- Snatching time to write in the library before work, and exchanging smiles with the security guard.
- Yoga classes whenever I can squeeze them in. (Namaste.)
- Krista Tippett’s On Being interview with Mary Karr, which is warm and wise and so honest.
- A much-needed catch-up with a friend over hot chocolate the other day.
- The particular blue of these early December mornings, glimpsed from the bathroom window.
- Pumpkin chai from David’s Tea, brewed strong in a purple travel mug. Plus one of Molly’s scones and a crisp apple, every morning. (See also: not overthinking it.)
- Twinkle lights: on my desk at work, on the trees in Harvard Square, on my two Christmas trees (one big, one tiny).
- A few pages of Winter Solstice before bed, even when I can barely keep my eyes open.
- Community of all stripes and in all places, from church to work to my daily rounds in the Square. It has been a turbulent year, to say the least, but I am deeply grateful to have found several places where I know I belong.
What’s saving your life this December? Please share, if you’re willing.