Saturday, December 8, 2012
at the hermitage
we got more snow these past couple of days. though i've not been out to look at it much. i seem to have pulled in to some place deep this week. having little interest for anything but sitting by the fire and reading books that i've read a thousand times before.
a plethora of ideas run through my head, hungry for manifestation. but my fingers are interested in little more than the crisp pages of yet another book. it must be a combination of the holiday season where family and friends come into sharp focus while i find myself in this vast wilderness with all of mine living elsewhere, and my finally reducing my work week to a "normal" one, leaving me with four days a week to remember that i have spent my past several years working every moment of each day, leaving no room to socialize and make new friends. for all the family and friends and good will at this time of year, it can be a very lonely time of year for some.
perhaps i can coax my fingers into partaking of a little needle chanting tonight?