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A Letter Written While the Snow Fell
Dear friend, The snow started sometime this morning, though I didn’t notice it right away. I was in the kitchen, the house unusually still, when the light outside softened in that particular way it only does before everything turns white.… Continue reading
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The Things That Stay Out All Winter
By the middle of winter, I stop rotating things in and out of the house. The novelty of seasonal switching wears off, and what remains is what I actually reach for. These are the things that earn their place by… Continue reading
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It’s Here: The Wintering Companion
I’ve been carrying this book quietly for a while. Not in a “big announcement” way, but in the way you carry something fragile and meaningful…tucking it into spare moments, returning to it slowly, letting it take the shape it wanted… Continue reading
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The Winter I Stopped Rushing
It started the way winter things usually do, quietly, without much intention. A few pages here. A note scribbled down because I didn’t want to forget it. Lists that weren’t really lists. Thoughts that felt too small to matter, but… Continue reading
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Why I Don’t Use January to Start Over
I don’t use January to start over, because January has never felt like a beginning to me. It feels like winter. The ground is frozen. The days are short. Nothing is pushing upward yet. And forcing a fresh start in… Continue reading
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The Quiet Magic of Ordinary Places
The diner was already warm when we stepped inside, the kind of warmth that feels earned in December. A little Christmas tree sat beside our booth, its lights blinking softly against the cold outside. It wasn’t decorated with any big… Continue reading
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Wintering Well: Gentle Rituals for the Darkest Days
I’ve been thinking a lot about winter lately, not just the weather, but the structure of it. How it asks us to live. We act like winter is just an inconvenient tunnel we have to push through until spring. But… Continue reading
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The Soundtrack of Today’s Life
Some days come with their own quiet soundtrack, even if no actual music is playing. Today felt like that, a whole little symphony made of ordinary things. The morning began with the soft shuffle of my slippers on the kitchen… Continue reading
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The Beauty of Things That Don’t Last
I used to hate when things ended.Seasons, friendships, moments that felt too good. I wanted to hold onto all of them, like if I gripped hard enough, I could keep them from slipping away. But life doesn’t really work like… Continue reading
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Instructions for the Tired Heart
Some weeks leave you quiet in ways you can’t quite explain.A kind of heaviness that settles behind the ribs, where the world has been too loud and you’ve been too kind for too long. You smile when you’re supposed to,… Continue reading
Autumn Rosewood 