A new year I think, brings it's own special sort of magic, it is a space for miracles and secrets and as the short days give way to the darkness that winter slumbers in, I sense anticipation, inspiration and new ideas being born.
A new moon and a new beginning, the children are now back at school and my home is back to normal - we took the decorations down and spruced things up, it felt fresher and better, more space to breathe as we shook off Christmas, the feasting, the traditions.
I'm very excited about this year, I have some wonderful plans in mind for my business and feel very happy about where I'm going. I will share more with you as things unfold, but for now I am planning a new range of artwork and a brand new sketch book group which I am going to host online, and which will be free and open to all abilities. I love what happens when we put pen or brush to paper without fear, when we let the buds of our own unique creativity unfurl and blossom...I hope that you will join me - I'll be posting more about this in coming weeks, but for now, the seeds are planted and plans are unfurling.
These last few weeks have seen me retreating as the dark nights grew ever longer and ever closer. I find myself soaking up the last rays of sun, drinking in the colour through my eyes, watching through my window as the sky turns from pink to lavender and finally to a deep navy studded with sparkling stars. I study the shapes of the bare trees, their branches stark black silhouettes against an army of marching clouds. I soak all this up and fill my soul with as much light as possible, and then reluctantly draw the curtains, light candles and retreat.
And in all of this, there is gratitude - for those few hours of light, for the time to retreat and incubate new ideas. To rest and nap more, to be quiet and gentle. For the first year in many, I have had a fairly decent run through these darker months, not yet succumbing to the winter blues and I am grateful and glad. I keep a journal each day - I write my blessings down and this in turn creates a wider, happier space within for more goodness to unfold. I begin to see more beauty in those brown, grey days...and there is much colour if I look carefully. I am finding myself constantly watching nature - seeing the first buds of spring push up through that hard black soil already, feeding the birds and watching as they dive into the garden to seek out supplies, listening out for and hearing the owls who each morning before light, remind us of their wise presence in the trees by the water.
And all of this, this quiet watching, this gentle retreat, is as necessary as air and water. It fills up my creative well and gives me a chance to dream up new ideas.
I'm hoping to spend more time writing this year, here on my blog. I have missed writing, and I'm eager to create this online journal of my thoughts and experiences here again.
I hope you will join me.