I’m not the fastest on this thing. I find keeping to linear time pretty impossible actually, so blog posts take their sweet time. I thought my inability to keep to schedules was a defect, a problem in my whole entirety of being me. Turns out, it’s not. And I’m not alone. In fact, I think it could be more ‘normal’ to follow natural rhythms and intuitive actions. But sites don’t like it. Algorithms don’t either. Techies want us to be engaging ALL the time as it grows their site, their business. I get it. This isn’t a ‘I hate tech companies’ post because I don’t. I am, after all using this site for my pleasure and expression.
Maybe I’ve digressed, often the case.
It’s December the 1st and I’m in love with this time of year. I am privileged enough to say that as I’m not freezing my ass off, but with warmth and comfort, this time of year can feel joyous. I’m beginning to understand the magic, the splendour. For me it’s not about parties and drinking and cramming as much in before the 25th, I’m too lazy and uninterested for that. For me, there’s something quite mystical about December. Peace fills the sky when it’s below 0 and an almost tactile fineness envelopes as boundaries feel to have contracted with the shorter days. As the moon graces us for many more hours, her lunar magnetism seems to weave into moments that feel formed, almost curated and silver. There’s definitely a silver tinge to days, or a sepia filter that fixates us as a masterfully taken photo would. The leaves are fallen but deep, delicious, rich tones fill landscapes. The tapestry of winter fills my heart with snow angels!
That’s all. I’m not going to write too much as I’m already feeling the itch to stand up, make a cup of tea and then loose blog flow and most probably delete this draft. I’m crafting a more authentic reality by honouring my limits.
May your December 1st be full of anticipation, warm soups and crunchy walks upon the morning frost ❄️💫❄️