Repeat the Sounding Joy

2014, in many ways, has been both the hardest and most beautiful of my life. I don't know if I've ever recognized the passing of time as much as I have these last twelve months. When you long for something, time is confusing; both fickle and precious.

This weekend was the first in months that felt the way a weekend ought to feel. It involved the holiday tents and ice skaters in Central Park. Long walks with cold puffs of air every time I opened my mouth. Hot chocolate to temper the chill. The aroma of gingerbread cookies fresh from the oven on Sunday morning. The indulgence of a single pink peony for $13. Naps, reading, slippers and pizza for dinner.

I haven't personally thanked everyone who's reached out the past several weeks. I hope you know how much I appreciate your kindness.

To you and everyone:

"For each new morning with its light,

For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, for love and friends,

For everything this goodness sends."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

P.S. A few things I'm loving lately:

This perfect gift for the pint-sized chef in your life;

My beautiful new watch (an early Christmas present from Tiho);

These stunning pour over coffee stands;

This important reminder;

Timely words about holiday traditions;

And last, a series of recent guest posts I contributed to Hither & Thither.