This New Year’s Eve we spent the night at home for the first time in many years. Just us, my husband and me, a fire in the wood stove, a supper of paella and champagne, a bit of visioning for next year, and an old movie. It was lovely.
Funny thing is I know at least 10 others who did the same thing. Reflective, intimate, nourishing, and warm. A perfect beginning for the new year that I plan to fill with writing, good works, and home – interspersed with adventures.
Today I am sitting in my newly arranged writing room. The temperature will not rise above 10. Even colder weather is coming in next week. Outside it is glistening and the only color that breaks the white and pale blues is the flash of a cardinal, or the crest of a woodpecker.