New Year’s resolutions will not happen for another month, but December feels like the time for true beginnings.
November is the darkest month: the sun seems to disappear and my energy winds down. Death comes to the crazy, project-oriented little man who runs inside me half the year. I grieve. I catch my breath.
By early December I start to see the path forward. Under the cold ground, the roots of growing things build their potential for the year ahead. This image of moss and birch leaves taken at the cottage last week captures a sense of life that lies waiting. A little more than three weeks from now, the days will start to grow longer. We must prepare ourselves. Arctic high pressure systems will bring clear, cold weather revealing the sky.
During the season of mulch and breaking down I learned some things about the creative process. It is a life-long lesson. Photovember helped me maintain an outward focus. I hope you enjoyed the visual fruits of the month. Now this blog will return to regular programming.
Welcome December with arms wide open. The first step in a journey is deciding to make it. What hopes and endeavours appear on your horizon?