Two new works that reflect my hibernation mode this January.
Ideas that began before Christmas, a continued theme from the 'natures treasures' smaller gold pieces that I did. These were put aside while the busy Christmas period was in full swing.
I've taken January to gather my thoughts, plan, reflect and enjoy slow time, as well as do my tax return. The sleepy bear in me has now woken up. Outside there are signs that Spring is on her way and in the garden the snowdrops are out to greet Imbolc.
My new holly mug is still in use though, I was pleased to get this one half price in the sale at the end of December.
I didn't make any new years resolutions, instead prefer to make lists of little things to do. Here is a glimpse of some of the things that are on this years...
- Paint the wardrobe
- Plant the yew tree that I have growing in a pot.
- Buy a large easel
- Pick up more litter
- Upcycle some clothes? (sewing is not a strong point)
- Put some wallpaper on a wall
- Visit more art exhibitions
- Go for more long walks
- Go on more adventures
- Find an old pine table for the dining room
- Embroider something?
- Do a lino cut (haven't done one for many years)
- Organise photos
- Create new website
- Plant asparagus
- Sort out all possessions using Marie Kondo method ( link to the book I read in the side bar)
- Spend less time on social media.
- Blog more
What about you? Are you a list maker or resolution kind of person?
This image below, Aurora Hare was a small painting I did over the Christmas period. I've made some cards available in the shop using the image, along with the winter fox picture that was on the last post
May the ground be covered in snowdrops and sky with flurries of snowflakes. Well, just a few.
I will leave you with a poem that I wrote during hibernation in January. I'm no poet, but do like to
have a play with words sometimes and felt brave enough to share.
Star song Lay your head down On a pillow of flowers Or a cold stone Listen A heart beat rises up from core, through rock Through mineral, animal and vegetable Pushing up from tiny cracks, to rise up to the light. It sings. Can you hear? Do you feel? Something Ancient. A pulse. Your Mother. Your Father. Earth. A song rising up through stem of grass and root The notes are made of leaves and bones and old stars Its chorus a symphony heard in the bark of fox and the bleat of a lamb. And it's words are the dreams of the raindrops that fall Breathe There is no ending Passing the stardust back and forth forever. To dance on the wind and swirl in the wild salty seas. Castor and Pollux make up your laughter Orion sparkles in your tears. Karen Davis 2017
(Apologies for the tiny font on this post, but Blogger is up to tricks)