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Saint is a poet, author, and village wise woman in training. By day she works for an audiobook publisher, and by night she scribbles stories full of big personalities, lavish settings, and the sort of existential questions that are considered impolite to discuss at dinner.

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Ready to receive our party guests. #antiquefurniture #candles #cheeseboard

I cannot believe it has taken eight years to finally sit down with the incandescent, intelligent @memilies. Cheers to making new dinner partners out of old friends.

Winter means cozy maximalism.

Historically, I've chafed against Advent. As much as I love Christmas, It's hard for me to celebrate a season devoted to light and prophecies fulfilled when darkness has so much to teach us and there is still so much broken in the world. As the air gets colder and the veil gets thinner, the angst of being a creature forever caught between the sacred and the profane, the esoteric and the ecclesial, tends to resurface. I often end up feeling like a guest in my own faith tradition, like an eccentric aunt welcome at Christmas dinner so long as she doesn’t give the children any strange ideas. But this year, #Advent arrived at my door like an old friend, eyes soft with the sadness of going so long between visits, arms bearing brandy and blessings. I'm finding God everywhere lately; in candles and dark nights and snowstorms and tarot cards and the heart-bruising work of being in relationship with other human beings. For the first time in years, I feel secure enough in my spiritual path to simply experience the season. I don't crave the acceptance of others because I have done my shadow work, followed my signs, and built my own home where loved ones can find spiritual healing and rest. This year, I toast the ancient darkness of Yule and the illumination that bursts forth in the here-but-not-yet of Christ's coming. The wheel turns, the cards fall, magic stirs beneath the earth thick as a river of blood, and the fire at the heart of Christmas burns and burns but is not consumed. And I, for my part, am at peace.

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In this house we go all out for loved ones’ birthdays. #slytherin

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