tenderness of twinkle lights
One of my favorite writers (Mari Andrew) shared a piece she wrote this month called “The Loneliness of Twinkle Lights,” which I resonated with so much that it inspired me to make this blog post. A quote from her piece is written at the end of this post. Lighting my room with my twinkle lights feels like such a sacred ritual in the winter. It makes something ache inside me as the soft glow illuminates just enough of the hollow space I feel in my heart this time of year. I lay in bed gazing at the lights like they are stars. I listen to my winter playlist and feel so delicate and fragile, like I could cry at any moment. I am a hyper-sensitive being, and my sensitivity always seems to dial up even more this time of year. I welcome the Christmas season, but this year it feels much quieter in my heart while I string together moments of longing, loneliness, peace and tenderness. Here are some of those moments that have been strung out throughout my month of December: As I shop fo...