Today I find answers easily and write them in my journal for safe keeping. I celebrate small victories. By smearing thin cinnamon cookies with organic peanut butter, and smiling.

There is much snow all around our small house. I haven't lived in the woods since I was all of 18, and things like the true darkness of winter, or the beauty of such vast untouched snow keep appearing as though I've never seen them in my life. I am grateful for these re-discoveries.

This weekend I intend to honour them from the warmth of this space, lingering in pajamas for as long as possible, drinking copious amounts of spicy masala chai, not showering, curled up in front of the radiator with the following pieces of this week's library haul:
Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude
Naomi Wold's Promiscuities
Coupland's Generation A
& the Jaina Tattvartha Sutra
I am greatly excited by this.

Enjoy your weekend, folks.