It starts out so exciting, the new year. all the well-wishing from Christmas cards and visits. The break in the regular schedule, good food by candle light, snuggles with sweet little ones, the rush of finishing projects for the joy of someone opening them. It feeds something, it starts something, as the calendar turns, it sends something spinning. Something inspiring. It starts to grow.
Still in the waiting time. Don't know what will happen, where I think Something will go, turns out to be the Direction that it is not headed. So, I am being still. Still.
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