ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Nine days until Christmas. Who’s ready?
Not me.
But I’m getting there. I’ve done a little shopping. I’ve decorated my house as much as I’m going to. I’ve been listening to Christmas music and wrapping presents and watching holiday movies.
I even saw the Grinch in person!Continue Reading
This time of year all I want to do is hibernate. I wish I could disappear underneath a cozy quilt and read book after book after book with breaks to snooze along to Christmas movies, old ones like White Christmas, and maybe drink steaming hot soup from a coffee mug. Even though I LOVE winter and wouldn’t dare want to miss it, I’m a little envious of the animals who burrow inside toasty dens and wake to spring.
True animal hibernation is about conservation of energy, not sleep. My version of hibernation is about self care—sleeping and resting and escaping. It’s a time-out away from the busy-ness of life, especially during the holidays when invitations and commitments seem to align one after another.
Last weekend I hibernated on Saturday. And I plan to do it again whenever I can, an afternoon here or a snow day there. I would love to have an entire WEEK of hibernation, preferably in a well-stocked cabin in the woods (with high thread count sheets and a fireplace). Hibernation is not about roughing it. Not in my world.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I’ve come to believe by some inconceivable cosmic magic the mere writing of these Sunday Letters makes time pass more quickly. And because we have such a limited amount of time to use, to waste, to sop up and wring out like a dishrag, I’d like to say thank you for sharing a few minutes of your time with me.
Really, it’s an honor I don’t take for granted.Continue Reading
