life in winter

Book buying at work, mending jeans, knitting Malabrigo, the Cirque du Soleil, yarn shopping (Fibre Company! The colors! I want them all!), finishing sweaters and other knits, snow and stranger winter weather, gingerbread art...

Two months in, almost, to this new year.  I'm finally feeling excited about what it might hold.  It's been so long since I've felt that way about any new year, really.  So, some little things have happened, that might be the beginnings of bigger things, we'll just have to wait it out and see what comes of it.  But it has inspired and encouraged me, either way, to try again at things that have seemed insurmountable, or maybe not worth the struggle.  To be my creative self, to do things without holding back because of what if's, and just do it.  Do it, and be happy.  Do it, and revel in the doing.  Do it, and love what I've done.  Do it, be glad.  It feels so right this way.

Love, Clara

Some mornings I can pretend that I'm a princess, and every night the coachmen cover my (car)riage in glitter.  And of course they are very sloppy, so the glitter get's everywhere, on the street and the stairs, porches and mailboxes and light poles.  And I whisper thank you as I scrape it off my car so I can see where I'm driving on the way to work, (because that glitter is awfully darn thick) and know that I'm blessed to see such beauty every morning, despite the cold, despite the dark.

 And as the frost crawls up the windows and filters the light, I must marvel at the beauty of the feathers and swirls.

And as the sun sets so early, I am thankful for the ease of witnessing a sunset, for it's lengthy twilight and dusk, and the diamonds it brings to life each afternoon.

It's cold, it's dark, but I do love the rhythm and magic of winter.

Love, Clara