New commitments, new hopes, the hesitant start of a new adventure that would make sense of what I've become. One step at a time. The important thing is not to lose the rhythm....
Summer trickles slowly away and a certain peace seeps back to my world with an audible sigh of relief. The old empties, the new gradually fills, but the memories itch and scratch,...
The first words on a new page in the book of life. Eyes heavy from nights made sleepless by other people's revelry. Slowly a new centre of gravity takes shape, balanced between...
The quiet before the storm... ready, steady, go. Impossible not to look back, not to wonder, how, when, if (only). Home is? Seeking refuge in the little things seen in a new light...
Turbulent times, a roller coaster of the good and the bad, nearness and distance. The stability that comes from shared movement is than skin deep and a sense of purpose does...
Flights of fantasy and through the air to destinations forged by fire and lapped by an ocean that ebbs and flows to my ancestral heartbeat. A fall serves as a reminder of the fragility...
An icy start down familiar paths through juniper and buckthorn scrub in search of a direction. A sort of tentative orienteering without a map in search of new points of reference...
The end of an era and who knows what lies around the next corner. A blank page as white as the snow that persists in its coldness. One door closes and another opens.
The Covid pandemic eases and war breaks out on the eastern front. I choose to pass my days in blinkered oblivion, seeking out sweetness and the first flowerings.
The start of a year of change and transformation, among new explorations and uncertainty, while nature hesitantly crosses the watershed between one year and the next.