It's been faster and more full than I'd like, this month, rushing past me as I try with all my might to hold onto any last bits of holiday magic and new resolutions. I've practiced seeking grace where I usually find guilt and winter seems kinder this year.
Long walks at lunch past the lake and winter geese, mornings in bed with a cup of tea, prayers for things to come, dinners made by my sweet husband -- this is our January.
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