"Look up from this screen for a moment and scan the room you're in. What is one thing of beauty that calls your attention?"
The light shining on the East wall (shining on shoe racks I've been indecisive about) leads me to where it's coming from...
--to the window of the door that shows me the sun about to set on this first day of the new year.
I am drawn to go for a walk as the sun sinks below a horizon
turning a subtle salmon color.As I walk, I feel the tingling of the first feelings of winter's late arrival, a kind of refreshing slap in the face I welcome, a secure sense of the rightness of the four seasons that I've been used to, living in the Midwest. Thankful that the wonkiness of not-quite-winter has yielded to the briskness of this gift of a fresh start--for sharp focus to create, fulfill and dive deep this winter. On the horizon are new levels of clearing away and what it reveals. I welcome this new rhythm, this new pace, this new realm.
