We put up our three non-traditional trees. I spend the dark afternoon in the soft glow of one of them, listening to the King’s College Choir and working through edits on my manuscript. It’s time well spent.

Today, more of the same—minus the manuscript. The house is winter-cozy even if it doesn’t yet feel or look like winter outside. I’m nesting anyway.

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November is dark.
The earth grows quiet and still.
We look for the light.

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Simple happy.

Salt lamps.

Woodwick candles.

Walking hand-in-hand.

White lights.

A new season of The Crown.



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Linda,
    What a gorgeous, serene scene! I feel a spiritual reality gazing at your photo. Is it a real birch tree? I’d love one. Can you share where you purchased it? Thank you for sharing such pristine beauty with all of us today.

    1. Good morning, Kas. It’s not a real tree. We got it at Costco a couple of years ago. I’ve seen them there this year too.

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