December just showed up as if out of nowhere. I am almost surprised by time's passing today.
There was a lot of quiet stitching and conversation over the weekend. Some fresh air. And not a lot of overeating. A little wine, but I think I am outgrowing that. I am trying to listen to my body more. I need all the energy it has to give at this point.
And with these thoughts I have started to consider the difference between Just Going and Not Just Going and how they both have their place in how season passes.
I am actually tired today because I was on night time fire duty these past days. Awake but slower. Foggy but still in a way clearer about a lot of things.
A whole year has past since I was focused on stars. This was still in the basket and I just kept going with it. Because scraps (of self) are like stars, there are a million of them here by my side at all times. A lot of times the wishes I wish upon them come true. I like the simple exercise of lining them up. Like time travel.
So after two cups of coffee and a bowl of fruit, the fog has lifted and I am on a journey filled with little long cloths for December.
