Saturday, December 23, 2017

Dreaming In A Winter Wonderland

| "In the language of this dream, in that palace of delight, we spoke with our whole selves... And my tall Nutcracker Cavalier had eyes only for me, for at least as long as that dream could be." |  

As the year draws to a close, I am immensely reminded of how absurd of a blessing it is to be in the place that I am. New York is always beautiful, but the city dolled up in Christmas decor and covered in sheets of snow is another enigmatic wonder altogether.  

This year, I made sure to visit the city's trademark "tourist" Christmas sites. If you're a New Yorker or you know someone who is, you'll know many of us make a point of avoiding tourist sites at any cost. This year, I enjoyed the light show at Saks and the brilliance of the Rockefeller Tree alongside old friends. Perhaps better yet, I lived out my high school self's Gossip Girl dream and ventured out to the magnificent Lotte New York Palace.   

Of course, I couldn't make such a trip without also dressing the part. My favorite go-to holiday outfit this year has been this fabulous oversized roll neck jumper dress from Asos. I paired it with my over-the-knee faux suede burgundy boots for a festive take on the city-chic look.

Living for years in the same place or working the same job or doing the same thing can become so repetitive that we forget to absorb the artistry around us. Christmas serves as the perfect encouragement for us to truly acknowledge what we have and to push ourselves to appreciate those things in a little more detail. It reminds me of the following words by G.K. Chesterton, one of my favorite excerpts:

“Children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free; therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, 'Do it again'; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, 'Do it again' to the sun; and every evening, 'Do it again' to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere reoccurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.”

And as for the city adorned in fresh, falling snow?

I'll let it speak for itself.

| "Dreams are strangely familiar places. They are not all make-believe, but only the homely inside of yourself, like the inner lining of your favorite coat, or like the sweet kernel of the hardest nut that only the jaws of my Nutcracker Prince could reveal to me." |

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

xx Erin Nicole


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