Thursday, January 7, 2010


Yes, my greeting is a little late.  Feeling oh so lethargic and have for days, were I a brown bear it might be understandable.  It IS cold, though not in here where I'm sitting looking out at the snow falling again, gorgeous fat flakes and it's hard, isn't it, to really grasp that each of those flakes are unique?  Especially once it's settled and you're crunching through it.

In here I'm wrapped up and have been ruminating on so many strands of thought, a cluster of liquorice string like (or matted hair: a beehive, back-combing gone mad) thoughts that could do with being picked apart.