Sunday, 1 March 2015
You have no idea how pleased I am to see you. A hazy metaphorical grey fog hung over my head for the last two weeks of February refusing to budge and honestly, sometimes it was difficult to summon the desire to simply get out of bed in the morning. It has been many years since I felt that way, but the mist is beginning to lift and I think the promise of spring has a lot to do with that. When asked what my favourite season is I immediately say winter because wrapping up in layers of knitted jumpers and scarves is my favourite, but really I think it's spring. What could be better than watching life awake from its slumber? It carries its own special kind of magic.
It's been a while since I sat down to write, but this feels nice. I've missed this. I've missed you. Apart from watching a few YouTube videos here & there I've had some time away from the internet and social media and it's incredible how refreshing it has been. I was asked once whether because I'm an introvert and need time to recharge after being with others, if I also needed time away from social media. I said no, but now I'm wondering if the answer is really yes.
There's a really great Ted Talk by Lemn Sissay, a wonderful poet, where he talks about how much he believes that each one of us is a time machine; we take everywhere we have ever been with us and we're in constant states of migration. I feel like I'm on the cusp of a big life shift and I think perhaps March is going to be the beginning of that change. I've started to paint and photograph again. I've been practicing knitting even though I'm really not very good, and I'd like to get a loom to try and make one of those incredible looking woven wall hangings.
It's been a long winter and now it's time to write, to create, to believe, to imagine, to try, to flourish, to fly.
May march bring you so much happiness.