Answering questions about life in post grad
As I write this, New York City is once again enjoying snow. Little flakes fall from the sky and melt as they touch the ground. It’s silly. Despite the time change we all have experienced, winter seems keen on staying. Even with the extra light, spring feels far away. I’ve been going through a spell … Continue reading the promises we keep (or not)
I woke up to snow in New York City. Though I am a summer girl, if winter comes every year, why not at least have one day of snow? It felt like for the longest time, it would never come. I would see the little snowflake icon on my weather, get excited, and the weather … Continue reading The timing of your life
Hey friends, sorry for being MIA last week. I’ve been traveling and hosting people at home, so things were a bit busy. Things have now died down, and here I am back with my thoughts. I figured I’d ramble today because I was unsure whether or not I should tell you about my travels or … Continue reading this winter & the languishing
I have been debating writing this blog post. It feels a tad somber for this season of winter joy and yet, it’s perfect. What better time to talk about feeling barren than winter? When outside, the yellow leaves cover the ground and the wind bites with a chill and the feelings rise to the surface … Continue reading the winter season: barren like Hannah
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last quiet winter series post. *cue sad tears* While this series is coming to an end, I want to share with you some things that you can choose to begin. (How’s that for a paradox?) It’s winter and I think we need some rituals and rhythms to get us into this season. While there’s spring cleaning and driving around to find the prettiest fall leaves, there is much of winter that’s routine. Winter is full of bursts of snow and gifts, good or bad. It isn’t a season known for its steadfastness. The only exception is the cold. That brutal winter cold. So here are some suggestions of rituals and rhythms you can incorporate if winter is getting a tad dull.
The transition from fall to winter is always hard. While some romanticize winter with its peaceful, snow white appearance, the bitter chill hits as you step outside the door. You bundle up in vain, your scarf, hat and gloves doing nothing to shield you from the winter air. With the quiet winter series, I want to take a chance to slow down in winter, not for the purpose of hibernating (although that’s tempting) but to reflect.
I’ve got to admit winter is my least favorite season. I’m partial to summer for her warmth, her endless blue skies, her way of drawing us outdoors. Winter keeps us hidden in our homes, huddled under thick blankets, waiting for the chill to pass. As a New Yorker, you’d think I’d be used to such unbearable weather. But alas, I escaped to Virginia (for a short while) and the mountains beckon me south.