We all have many different reasons for reading. I for one, am motivated firstly by the escapism, the feeling of living many different lifetimes through books. But I also enjoy learning new things. Not like in school, but more in…
Selma Lagerlöf, osmanthus green tea and spring music by Händel Isn’t it miraculous how everything starts coming back to life in February ? We are almost half way through the shortest month of the year, and there’s already a wiff…
Food memoir or Foodoir is a genre I didn’t know existed, even if I had been reading them for a while. How did I get to foodoirs ? I have absolutely no idea, but I have a suspicion it started…
Crêpes, Candles and a surprising Book by Michel Simonet It is February 2nd, and here in France, it’s the feast of La Chandeleur. Chandelle… Candle… if you’ve been here before, you’ll know this is a celebration after my own heart.…
Today is my birthday… and being a January child, I have learned to make the best of my birthday despite the exterior surroundings.Some years I just have a lazy reading day, and others, like this year, I find a pretense…
Silence can be a form of protest. It can be a means of survival. But it can also be a school of poetry—one with its own meter, tropes, and conventions. One that needn’t be written with pencils or pens; but…
Your third Monday of January from a mindful perspective Hello from the depths of January !I hope that you are watching this from a magical scenery of snow and clean bright light. But if like me, you are in a…
Reading goals for 2022, a special winter tea and Nobel Prize Laureate Orhan Pamuk Here we are, a new year, an opportunity to make it better than the last. I always find the idea a fresh new start better when…
Advent Calendar Day 24 We have arrived at the end of our Advent Calendar, dear friends. It’s been a joy beyond measure to share my December preparations and discoveries with you each evening, and I hope I’ve managed to bring…
Advent Calendar Day 23 There is something quietly magical in turning the page on a short Christmas tale by Louisa May Alcott: a sense of home, of small kindnesses, of time suspended in gentle snow. As my Advent ritual nears…
