I've lost a few days and have confused Saturday with Sunday and Friday with Saturday. Maybe I should be more worried, but I am not.
Maybe I should be more hurried, but I am not.
Maybe I should stop eating so much chocolate, but I won't.
Maybe I should not pour a glass of wine this early, but I will.
And the randomness brought by blurred lines keeps my life slow but interesting.
The chill of low temperatures have knocked at my bones these past several days, but don't stay past their welcome thanks to tea, tomato soup, and long, hot baths. I am close to finishing one book only to promptly be romanced by the line of untouched spines waiting quietly on my bookshelf. I have decided that I have grown worse at reading books as I expand my line of sight. There are too many other things that draw me to distraction-- like podcasts and knitting, like playing with the new lens and dreaming of splashy combinations between waxed linen thread and paper for handmade books. My ears long to twitch at the divine sound of thread pulling through paper.
The new year is almost here and I am nearly convinced of the word that is to be my guide. Though my lack of focus would make me think it should be "focus" or my desire to create would make me think it should be "create", the loss of the boundaries between my days has had me look deeper into letting go of the obvious. I wonder what keeps me afloat, I wonder about the under current that propels my dreams and what, if any, is its name.
I hunker down to wait, and listen for more.
I am wishing you a safe and beautiful entry into 2013. I will see you on the flip side my friends...