The ancient question hangs in the air. . . will the light continue to diminish until it disappears altogether? Or will it wax strong again and bring renewal to the earth?
Of course the question is in reverse in the lands down under. But don't confuse my metaphors with geography lessons today if you please.
I've made up my mind to stay at home today. I'm cocooning, trying to re-group. It's the introspective season after all, who can blame me?
I'm sorting through the end of the year detritus and it always makes me take stock of what's right in my world and what needs improvement. What needs to be carefully preserved and laid by, and what needs to be thrown summarily out the door altogether.
These sorted things include physical objects and emotional things. The small and the great. One thing on the list is to finish up in my really real journal at the end of this month, and chose a new one from my bottom desk drawer. I have a small collection of them there from my travels throughout the year. I had three to choose from and it was no easy task let me tell you. I finally settled on a green one with a picture of a potted tree surrounded by nature motifs. It's not as many pages as the old one, and will fill up way quicker I'm thinking.
I have been cutting out pictures of garden ideas and pasting them in the old journal. I have decided to go for something more Zen like in the front yard. Perhaps a little dry creek bed with stones. We shall see.
Even though it's a little melancholy around here today, there was one encouraging note to the morning hours. . .
The Scale said: 142.0