The Practice of Beholding

“And behold, there came wise men…” So the story goes. Did they have even the smallest inkling as they set out, of what they would find at the other end of their journey, when their feet would carry them across a threshold and into a simple house where a mother played with her small son–no…

happy three kings day!

I woke up yesterday to a good few inches of snow. It is beautifully distracting. And very very cold. After a week of wearing an inappropriately small amount of clothes for the season I am taking my mothers advice and wearing a ridiculous amount of layers. I may look like the michelin man every time…