I’ve come to sing you a song called December.
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BALANCE) and write for five minutes about it.
I have no intention of stepping a foot outside today, except for the front yard a time or two when Maya wants to go out and sniff grass to find the perfect spot for her . . . uh, business. We are writing about balance today and I find myself skewed hard toward the stay-at-home side of the continuum, and avoiding like the plague the going-out-into-the-world side.
It’s such a sweet month for hygge and home, books (both writing and reading) and cozy reading socks, Hallmark movies and quilts. I’ve come to appreciate this dark month so much now that I don’t have to go out into it. The days of heading out to work in the dark, coming home in the dark, and battling crowds in the stores on the weekends are long gone.
Now there is quiet, and slowing down, and embracing the gift I laboured long to get—time. Now there is going into my woman cave in the morning, lighting a single candle for hope, and waiting.