Never has a new year had so much universal hope resting on it as 2021 it seems. Certainly not in my lifetime although perhaps war years have had similiar new years. I feel strangely drained with lots of it. When you work all hours, all days, there's a tendency to think "Well, it's just another day" of holidays. And in many respects, that is true. Nature goes on with her own cycles, regardless. But this new years eve, more than most, has people looking ahead with such hope and belief that we will have really turned a corner at the stroke of midnight.
This morning I woke up to a lovely lull and hush. We had a few inches of snowfall yesterday morning and it still clung to trees and branches this morning. The sky was tinged pink and the softest baby blue and the just past full moon shone bright above my neighbour's house. Beautiful. And the whole day, despite some overwhelm on my part, has had a sweet softness to it. I feel hope with everyone else else although we have been extremely fortunate during the whole pandemic and haven't been as tragiclly struck as others.
This is my haiku and picture for today. The picture doesn't do any justice to the moon (it's the faded out white spot just beside the treetop!) but it was pretty and breath taking. Instagram has changed its layout now so i can't split the pictures any more. So this is two photos now instead of one.
I have no wisdom and nothing too much to share except for a few photos. One is a nostalic haiku and photo of a little Christmas ornament that I gave Mam and Dad years ago and which i now possess. The other is a recent painting from Life Book 2021 Taster Sessions which i did and absolutely fell in love with: the end result and the process which was both freeing and controlling and spoke right to my soul.
Ending with another painting from a journal jam with the wonderfully inspiring Effy Wild. I put the word 'nurture' on it although the original word i chose to paint from was 'peace' which is still evident in the background. But nurture seemed more all-encompassing. Remember to always nurture yourself and your interestes--pursue what feeds your soul however you can and whenever you can. I believe this is how we build rich, fertile lives which pass love and joy onto others.
I wanted to end with this lovely snowperson who lives just around the corner of our street. Hopefully it will bring a smile to your face. It's fitting for January, for that time of looking forward and backwards, for year-end and also as a testament as to how crazy 2020 has been.
Wishing you all the happiest of new years! Stay true to your soul.
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.