The day is unusually cold. I will stay inside and put things away….tiny things and big memories, time spent with family. Those moments are tucked within the walls of Christmas past now, safe and always there to remember.
As I move from room to room collecting, sorting, tossing, I will think of spring and my garden…that’s what January is for…planning. I will grow potatoes in buckets and amend my soil with compost from fall and winter, but mostly, I will pull inward.
I am finally admitting to myself, I do not enjoy the commotion of the world; I am best within the subtleness of nature, I am best in the tiny space I have made just for me.
I can do that now, for I have no job and my children are grown; I can stay here quietly and just be me…
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