So December flew by as fast as ever.
It was a whirlwind of joyful dinners with friends and mournful remembrance. I didn’t feel the usual bubbly excitement until the last moment. I was immune to the lights and the scents and the sounds. A combination of life and health and ugh piled up so that it didn’t hit me until the solstice that the year was about to end.
Solstice is my new year – the point when things change with the coming of longer days (thank goodness!). It felt like waking up, getting out from under the wet blanket of Before.
This is just to say,
I am here.
And will be here more.