I had been looking for them for weeks, from the first real shock of cold weather in early November, expecting at any moment to be brought up short in the midst of a day’s round by the sound that is at once the most wistful and the most exhilarating I have heard in nature. To… Continue Reading This Rush of Wings Afar
It’s been a beautiful Saint Lucia Day, and just my kind of happy: I’ve been in the kitchen since early morning, baking cookies and wrapping homemade caramels for Christmas gifts, accompanied by various cats vying for the chairs closest to the fire and an Australian shepherd only too willing to clear up the bits of… Continue Reading Saint Lucy’s Light
I took my mother to a Christmas luncheon for her widows’ group yesterday. It was held at a lovely old tearoom downtown—a real Atlanta institution—with gilted fixtures and age-spotted mirrors and crimson roses on every table. The restaurant is located in the former coach house of a magnificent Shutze mansion, and after the luncheon we… Continue Reading Fireside Clam Chowder: (Almost) Instant Hygge
It is my pleasure to announce that the winner of the drawing for a copy of Phyllis Tickle’s What the Heart Already Knows is Julie Morgan! Julie, if you will send me your mailing address via the secure Contact form, I will dispatch this wonderful book without delay! Thank you all for your warm response… Continue Reading We have a winner!
For twelve years, Laura and I have been getting together in early December to celebrate our excitement in the unfolding season—and to remind each other of our highest ideals in the midst of manifold opportunities to over-do. From the beginning we’ve called it our Advent Tea, and though the location changes from house to house,… Continue Reading Advent Tea … and a podcast!
December 26th of 2003 found me rather blue. I’ve never done well with Christmas Day being over, and it was too early in our now long-standing practice of observing the twelve full days of Christmas for it to seem “real” yet. The rest of the world had moved on, and I felt very solitary in… Continue Reading Advent Meditations ~ 1
Greetings from my fireside on this cozy December day. The tree is up, bright against the dreary weather outside, and I’m intentionally savoring its gentle radiance in company of three of my five cats on the sofa beside me and a sleepy dog curled up in a chair close at hand. It’s been a busy… Continue Reading Links to Loveliness ~ First Week of Advent
Few things are as dear to me about Advent as my quiet morning times of prayer and devotion by the Christmas tree. With a sturdy mug of cinnamon-laced coffee and maybe a candle or two, I love to sit in my low chair watching the twinkle lights dance with their own reflection in the windows,… Continue Reading Advent Companions … And a Giveaway!
I just love this weekend—it’s so delightfully tangled with the remnants of Thanksgiving and the beginnings of Advent. Gratitude, tradition, anticipation and longing all have their place in these shifting days wherein pumpkins and Christmas trees meet each other in passing and late autumn dusk gives way to twinkle lights. We celebrated Ivester Thanksgiving on… Continue Reading Bringing in the Greens
Every year on the first Sunday in Advent I pull a tattered scrap of paper from last year’s Christmas folder and tape it between my kitchen windows–the one place in all the house where I know I will see something every single day. Perhaps eventually I’ll get around to having this prayer made into a… Continue Reading An Advent Prayer
We won’t bring our tree home until Sunday–an excursion in which our Australian shepherd, Bonnie, is an invaluable member, and which generally includes the once-a-year fuel-up at Waffle House (followed by a gingerbread latte from Starbucks for me). But that doesn’t mean that the holiday spirit isn’t already stirring in Ruff House. I’ve been bustling… Continue Reading In Readiness
Dear Laura, It’s 4:20 on Monday afternoon, and I’ve got a day’s worth of housework behind me. I’ve been looking at every task with new eyes: I didn’t just give the fridge its cursory weekly purge—I took everything out and wiped down the shelves. Then I cleaned out the pantry, and the freezers upstairs and… Continue Reading Dear Laura – November 21, 2016
I met Laura Boggs when Philip and I were engaged. Our husbands’ parents have been friends since before either of them were born, and, in marrying Philip, I quickly realized something rare and important and very beautiful: I hadn’t just become an Ivester—I’d been ushered into the warm, lively, committed circle of the Boggs family,… Continue Reading Meet Laura