December days, how I love you. There is so much going on yet nothing, all at once.
Work is full and busy, on some days overwhelming. I am learning, it is satisfying, I am grateful.
Home is sanctuary and to-do list, in that order. When the to-dos threaten the sanctuary I take action and move through them as gently as I can to restore the proper order. Until it shifts again.
I sink into books, sappy movies and the magic of Christmas lights.
I obsess with all things winter: winter art, winter writings, winter music, winter activities. I am intrigued by its mystery. There is much to process, there. Stay tuned.
"Gray skies and December lights are my idea of secret joy, and if there were a heaven, I would expect it to have a lowering violet-gray sky (and I would expect them to spell gray g-r-e-y) and white lights on all the trees and the first flakes just falling..."
~ Adam Gopnik, Winter, Five Windows on The Season (CBC Massey Lectures)
I continue my experiment in movement, embarking on Week 16 of regular practice. Imperfect and consistent. I feel strong.
I navigate life with an elderly Golden Retriever who's been diagnosed with lymphoma. I am sad at the thought of her not being here. I rejoice in her tail-wagging greetings and her 13 years. I practice presence. I learn and grow into this experience along with my Love, D., one day at a time.
I practice ease where I can, surrender when I can't. At least that's the goal.
I make soup. I savour clementines. I drink water.
I use my fancy Christmas mugs.
Yes, December days, I Iove you.