I am going to go out on a limb here and state for the record that this year my love of Christmas was given a run for it's money by thoughts of the days after. The December whirlwind of full-time winter farming, LittleWool making and all that is Christmas prep felt at times like a race to the finish line.
Don't get me wrong, our familiar holiday traditions foster a mindful and lovely vibe. Each gift is purchased or made with careful consideration - books and tools and craft supplies bringing much joy to both the giver and receiver. Of note - it is surprising how much preparation is required to achieve such simplicity. A fact that I must promptly forget each year once the festivities begin.
And now, with all holidaying behind me I find myself with a string of commitment free days. Days spent with the possibility of spontaneous walks on our homestead with no intended destination. Walks with the unhurried pace that allows for the delivery of carrots and apples to spots we know our animal friends will find them.
Mornings and afternoons spent with books and fibre as my inspiration. Always with a coffee or tea in hand. Sometimes in the company of friends or family, sometimes in the quiet of morning alone while those I love are asleep.
Balance has been struck. And as such I have been able to make room in my head for hopes and dreams for the coming year. As we make ready to ring in 2017 there is space for the idea of possibility.
It begins with this little old shed. And remains the subject for another post.