This space between Christmas and New Year is always a strange time filled, as you say, with promise for what is to come and grief for what has gone. I'm finding this year even more strange as I pack up a house in Tasmania in readiness for a move to Brisbane in the New Year. New beginnings abound for my family and I, but also endings here.
These quiet days between Christmas and New Year, spent at home, hanging out with sleepy dogs, reading, hiding from the SE Qld heat, watching movies, making notes for creative projects, a little decluttering, cooking, songwriting practices, playing music, with no agenda no have-to, no timeframes or schedules, diaries and obligations are a glimmer of hope for a kind of life.
Setting some clear and doable intentions.
Wishing Holly and Everyone the Year You Want to Have 💛
Christmas is such a strange time, and has been for a long time. This year had tiny little sparkles and that was really quite nice; grateful to be noticing the sparks when they happen. Looking forward to more of that in 2025.
Ahh Holly, your words always make my heart feel brighter. Thank you. I love your poinsettia crown and the sentiment it brings to you.
This year my kids were with their Dad for the first time for Christmas, which made for a Christmas that held a lot less sparkle for me.
But the joy I discovered was going for a swim at the beach on Christmas Day. Something that my body remembered and ached for, that I haven’t done in so long. Now I’ll be going to the beach much more often instead of waiting for ‘one day’.
Thank you Holly. Christmas hasn’t felt like Christmas this year. Both my BFF Furbabies 🐶🐶 crossed the Rainbow Bridge 🌈 this year. My beautiful Boy in mid August and his beautiful sister on November 30. My heart has taken a severe beating and I don’t feel like celebrating. I just want 2024 to be over and done. Maybe the quarter century, Year of the Snake 🐍 will be more kind. Time to make some fucking miracles.
This space between Christmas and New Year is always a strange time filled, as you say, with promise for what is to come and grief for what has gone. I'm finding this year even more strange as I pack up a house in Tasmania in readiness for a move to Brisbane in the New Year. New beginnings abound for my family and I, but also endings here.
Thanks for sharing that with us Holly ❤️🎄
These quiet days between Christmas and New Year, spent at home, hanging out with sleepy dogs, reading, hiding from the SE Qld heat, watching movies, making notes for creative projects, a little decluttering, cooking, songwriting practices, playing music, with no agenda no have-to, no timeframes or schedules, diaries and obligations are a glimmer of hope for a kind of life.
Setting some clear and doable intentions.
Wishing Holly and Everyone the Year You Want to Have 💛
Christmas is such a strange time, and has been for a long time. This year had tiny little sparkles and that was really quite nice; grateful to be noticing the sparks when they happen. Looking forward to more of that in 2025.
Thank you Holly. Christmas is a difficult season.
This was our first Christmas at home in 5 years as we always travel to our family.
Our Christmas 5 years ago was our first Christmas after our daughter passed away.
This year my mum came to stay with us. It was our first Christmas after my sister Sarah passed away and mum’s Alzheimer diagnosis.
This Christmas, I wanted it to be special and I felt the Christmas spirit for the first time in 5 years.
Christmas had its up and downs. Mum being mum opened old wounds but it was one of the best Christmases in a long time.
This is so gorgeous, as always. Love you noggin xxxx
Ahh Holly, your words always make my heart feel brighter. Thank you. I love your poinsettia crown and the sentiment it brings to you.
This year my kids were with their Dad for the first time for Christmas, which made for a Christmas that held a lot less sparkle for me.
But the joy I discovered was going for a swim at the beach on Christmas Day. Something that my body remembered and ached for, that I haven’t done in so long. Now I’ll be going to the beach much more often instead of waiting for ‘one day’.
Lots of love to you and Sam xxx
Thank you Holly. Christmas hasn’t felt like Christmas this year. Both my BFF Furbabies 🐶🐶 crossed the Rainbow Bridge 🌈 this year. My beautiful Boy in mid August and his beautiful sister on November 30. My heart has taken a severe beating and I don’t feel like celebrating. I just want 2024 to be over and done. Maybe the quarter century, Year of the Snake 🐍 will be more kind. Time to make some fucking miracles.
May the miracles find you Lyn, and much love too x
Here’s to you making all the miracles Lyn xx