You know that dream where you're trying to run and you can't get any traction? That's me in winter.
Sure I get up every day, drink tea, make my lists. And then I read. Or get bogged down online. My mind is scattered and daydreamy. Someone said Christmas was the other Halloween. It was never that when the kids were kids. Then I was young, focused, incredibly festive. But now, like the snow, I drift.
Sure, I still teach, journal, get into the studio. But my lists take forever to complete. Instead of going down the list each day I allow myself space. I tell myself I've worked and traveled hard all year and now I'm in a repair mode. Like the seeds, I'm scattered and resting.
I did get some collaborative hot wax work out this week.
But little else. My dear friends, I wish each of you a safe and heartfelt wish of well being during this time of busy-ness, emotional stress and travel. Be kind to each other and extra patient. I'll do the same. May each of you have a friend to love. xo