a strange beginning

Happy New Year! 


I’ve been knitting a lot as of late. Having been on a writing break for the holidays I quickly became antsy and in need of a creative outlet. The more I give the more I receive, in terms of creative energy that is specifically. 


Did a bit of a number on my wrist too. It’s been a couple weeks now and I still don’t quite have my full range of motion back. It’s getting better, but the knitting hasn’t exactly helped. 


It’s been a strange start to the year. I’ve wanted the holidays to come to a quicker end so I could get beak to my writing, my routine. It’s not felt like a kind feeling, not to my family, but I don’t much like change and that includes interruptions to my routine. Don’t like drawing out the goodbyes. 


Having to remind myself of what I wrote just before the end of the year, to step lightly and hold fast to peace. This beginning already hurts in an old kind of way, with more goodbyes and promises to return. It is something I grow ever weary of with every passing month. I’d like it much if all my people, my family, and all who I care for, could resided within a cars ride away. Many however remain a planes journey away and I wish it weren’t so. It is the gong chiming in my heart this January morning. 


The beginning feels much like the entering of a wood, standing at the forests edge listening to the wolves howl, the bird answering chirp. It is trepidation and resignation. I do not know what this year holds, have even less of a plan than the last, but I am determined to make it through. The coming year is full of possibility, that looks much like a vast empty sea, I do not know what lies beneath. 


This coming week I’ll, what feels like a finally, get back to writing the draft of my second book, and I couldn’t be more excited. And more weary. Every time I leave for a break I get a bit nervous that getting back into it won’t go as smoothly as I need it to.


But I trust myself to find my way again, even if it takes a long while, the journey will be worth it.  


I’ve not written a word since last weeks post so I’ve been off to a bit of a rocky start but I hope you’ll enjoy another year of writing updates, poetic murmurings, and ramblings about life’s ups and downs. Thanks for reading, and welcome to Time and Light Switches 2025. 

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