January with its freezing temperatures makes me want to hibernate, curled up with a book in front of the fireplace. The turn of the year is a down-quilt I use for warm reflection while poised on the threshold of a new time and the world slumbers in ice-white. I love the New Year because the world suddenly seems filled with possibilities and there is something about a nice, clean-slate calendar that demands time to consider not just declarations of improvement, but the possibilities of whatever new wonders the year may hold. –A little time to spin dreams into golden, hopeful desires. So instead of creating resolutions to feel massively guilty about in a few months, I’ve decided instead to simply be RESOLUTE. I’m working on 3 specific tasks already and I must complete them properly so my life will move forward as I desire it to. They are not impossible, but they are demanding and worthwhile. Then after completion, (which I believe will be shortly) perhaps some of my new year’s ponderings about the future will be given wings to fly and a nest on my ‘to-do’ list.
I've chosen a few photos this month that are from quiet, blissful moments. --Something that is all too often at a premium in life. Wishing each of you a peaceful, joyous New Year.
The snow crop this year, has been amazing and plentiful.
SHHH! Don't let my camera know that I've been spending time with my paintbrushes! It was heavenly. Must, must do more... :)
Included at Tracy's request. --A Monday morning just before all the craziness of the week begins.
Sometimes there are entire worlds in icicles.
And finally, a quiet moment for my story dragon. I envy his time to read.
It's hard for me to see a clean slate when there are still crumbs of Christmas around needing to be tidied away. Including the tree, which is almost impossible to package up for two ancient people. M was supposed to help, but strangely, he kept disappearing - choosing being in love over packaging a tree for his parents. The heathen. I need a book, I suppose. But I feel too guilty when G is working and there are dishes in the sink. I no longer care about dishes, just about making things out of buttons and felt and fleece -and messing with photographs and making books out of them (and doesn't family history count as a righteous pastime?) I spent today holding still. I am hoping that this stillness will result in energy and fresh new perspective tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteLoved your images. You made the snow look almost desirable.