When the final grains of sand slip through the hourglass of the old year, there is a hush, a trembling, a soft fluttering in the air as if time itself has paused on the threshold, one foot still in the past and the other already stepping into the tender light of the unknown. And in … Continue reading “Why We Kiss at Midnight: The Cultural Roots of New Year’s Rituals.”
December 2025
Forgotten Winter Traditions Our Ancestors Practiced Between the Holidays.
There is a peculiar enchantment that settles over the world in the final days of December. It is not quite Christmas anymore, but neither is it the new year. Time seems to walk in slow, muffled footsteps, as if it too is wearing woolen socks and does not wish to disturb the hush outside. This … Continue reading Forgotten Winter Traditions Our Ancestors Practiced Between the Holidays.
“Winter Solstice Cultures That Shaped Modern Holidays”
There is a moment every December when the sun appears to sigh, sinking so early and so quietly that one might suspect it has simply grown weary of illuminating humanity’s antics. The winter solstice has always been this pause, this deep breath taken by the heavens. Darkness stretches itself luxuriously across the land, and the … Continue reading “Winter Solstice Cultures That Shaped Modern Holidays”
The Winter-Born Wonder: A History of Saint Nicholas, Sinterklaas, and Father Christmas.
Long before Christmas lights glimmered in frosted windows, long before children pressed their ears to the darkness for the bright shiver of bells, there lived a quiet boy beneath the blazing gold of the Lycian sun, a boy who would one day become the patron saint of winter’s impossible magic. His name was Nicholas. Before … Continue reading The Winter-Born Wonder: A History of Saint Nicholas, Sinterklaas, and Father Christmas.
To Dad in Heaven
Dad……There are days when the missing youhits so suddenlyit steals the breath from my chest,as if grief has hands,and it remembers exactlywhere my heart is.I still can’t understandhow the world can keep goingwhen yours stopped.How morning can dare to breakwithout your voice in it,how night can fallwithout you to tell meeverything will be alright.I wish … Continue reading To Dad in Heaven
Intwined 