I started this series because I started this season feeling skeptical and weary. If you want to catch up, I’ve written about my petulant Christmas card process, seasonal depression, the difficulty of hope, and being burnt out on giving and serving. Also: whiskey, crappy chocolate, and our troubling President-elect. Yes, it’s been merry indeed. What do you do in a season …
I started this series because I started this season feeling skeptical and weary. If you want to catch up, I’ve written about my petulant Christmas card process, seasonal depression, the difficulty of hope, and being burnt out on giving and serving. Also: whiskey, crappy chocolate, and our troubling President-elect. Yes, it’s been merry indeed. But in my last post I started …
I started this series because I started this season feeling skeptical and weary. If you want to catch up, I’ve written about my petulant Christmas card process, seasonal depression, the difficulty of hope, and being burnt out on giving and serving. Also: whiskey, crappy chocolate, and our troubling President-elect. Yes, it’s been merry indeed. What I haven’t …
This is the wonderful Charlie Hinst. He was born in a snowstorm. It was very cold outside indeed. Six years later, he is this big sweet boy with a big sweet heart… and an uncanny ability to commit things to memory. Like all the words of this song. While you’re here… I’ve been creating all …
Milo is asking about God. He’s two and a half now. He orders me to “say pears” at bedtime when I forget. Saying pears sounds like a beautiful practice to me. To name a pear and then another pear: Limonera, Bosc, Bartlett, Anjou. Or in Latin, maybe, a Mass of pears: Pyrus nivalis, pyrus syriaca, pyrus …
I think it’s just a fact of our human wiring. Things close at hand: more urgent than faraway things. Fresh and novel things: more compelling than familiar things. People like me: more compelling than people unlike me. Maybe, then, after our years of seeing weepy charity commercials, it’s almost understandable: We just get inoculated against the problems …
I’ve been using this Advent series to mull over some of my struggles with the season, which has made for some serious posts. Here, I talk about my petulant Christmas cards. Here, I talk about seasonal depression. Here, I question how we’re supposed to hope when we can’t even figure out what to hope …
Yeah… we just went ahead and did it. “Santa Baby.” Because, Eartha Kitt. Pair this song with the lights display above, and you have a Very Long Island Christmas. But it’s so much fun to sing. [box type=”download”] Santa Baby Guitar: Rob Hinst Vocals: Jen Hinst-White Written by Joan Javits and Philip Springer [/box]
It’s throwback Tuesday with this little recording. Two years ago at Christmastime, my soul-brother-the-poet Elijah Burrell and I recorded “Gabriel’s Message,” and I still like how it came out. [box] Gabriel’s Message Vocals: Elijah Burrell, Jen Hinst-White (from a Basque folk carol) [/box] This song is a moment between a terrifying divine postman with fire-eyes …
{…continued from The Light Box (Advent for the Skeptical and Weary, Part 2)} The light arrived, and it looked like this: I opened up the directions. Oh, shut up, I thought.