New year and I, we have come to a knowing with one another. A knowing where we no longer fear one another, no longer fear the inevitable resolution of epic proportions, or a disappointment or will to be broken. This in between time suits me down to the ground. Although many see its end on the 1st of January, I look to the light (and the weather) to guide me out of its clutches. Last year I didn’t emerge until Imbolc in February, and even then was grouchy at its release.
Nestling into the New Year
Nestling into the New Year
Nestling into the New Year
New year and I, we have come to a knowing with one another. A knowing where we no longer fear one another, no longer fear the inevitable resolution of epic proportions, or a disappointment or will to be broken. This in between time suits me down to the ground. Although many see its end on the 1st of January, I look to the light (and the weather) to guide me out of its clutches. Last year I didn’t emerge until Imbolc in February, and even then was grouchy at its release.