A December Day

The rain continues.

I'm thankful I can be inside today... Warm in fleece sleep pants
and sweater-slippers...
Pumped full of peppermint coffee, lingering snacks, and Christmas lists.

But, yet, there is part of me that feels lost.
Detached.
Outside looking in...
I feel like this year is a big snowball that's rolling down the hill
toward an incinerator.

It's going to be gone soon.

Can I possibly slow it down?
Catch it?
Pull out all the good things and memories before it dissolves right before my eyes?

Can I?

I have missed my daily ponderings. I've found that I have less concentration. And my speech skills grow awkward when I go too long without writing. I suppose I need to exercise my brain...air those dreams...open my stuffy old heart and fly more often.

I've spent hours upon hours trying to design a better looking blog. I'm still not comfortable with this, but until I find better, this will do. I think it's more of a "foodie" design- with the spoon and fork....but I'm thinking for me it just signifies that I'm tasting life...trying to savor it...it's delicate moments...sweet...pink...laced with warmth...decorated with experiences and trials...
And hopefully in the new year- clean...new...bright...and soothing.
 
I'm not making plans or promises or "blog blueprints".
I'm just going to try to come here everyday and write what my voice feels-
but doesn't say aloud...
what my heart knows and needs to share...
what my days take from me, give to me, share with me.

The rain continues.

I sip my coffee,
stretch my legs,
and wander to the window to watch...