It’s hard to reflect on December without reflecting on the entire year, because I feel like so much energy is spent trying to finish up all the goals and ideas and plans we forged along the way.
April was a month. Half of it was a creative delight and the other half felt like a cluster of incidents that just wouldn't quit. Mercury seemed to jump into retrograde early and linger too long, like a guest at a party who is still drinking and telling jokes while the hosts have already cleaned up and changed for bed.
I just hauled Trish up to sit on my lap while I write because otherwise she won't stop crying. The same thing defined a lot of January - time spent being sat on by the cat, moments of stillness with written words. Of course, there are probably few that would consider my January a month of stillness. 4 of 5 weeks had some kind of travel or visit associated with them, but to me it felt like a slow month with quiet and cozy and stillness a priority.