2010 wishes

It's been a while since I last took my camera for a walk, or have gone for a walk without my Pig in tow. So, for the sake of enjoying some peace and quiet to myself, with the weather promising that there probably wouldn't be a (sane) soul out there, off I went.

When I get out there, it's always the chilling silence that lures me in. Enchanting, delightful; the rhythmic sound of breathing and footsteps. The bitter breeze tends to whisper that there are blankets, waiting at home.

Though New Year's Day is just the same as any other day, I like to play with the thought that maybe things will be different; things to come, the following Spring, the following Summer, (peas!) things to anticipate, the unknown. Like approaching a mysterious fog.

And while the scenery will change, as the seasons will pass, I look forward to the days to come; a new year, a new number. I kind of like the number eleven, though it's not as cool as 12 (my birth date.) I think it's time to go inside, for blankets.. and for tea.

With frosty fingers, toes and nose, I wish you all a wonderful New Year.

willy wampa

It looks like monsters are (finally) making an appearance in our toy line-up. Much more fun stuff to come in the new year!

peace, love & fuzzies

Hoping you have a warm, cozy, holiday season, with those who are dear to your heart.

Love, Libby, Ian, Tim & Pig

topsy turvy

While it's no secret that I am almost always racing with anxiety, I always find it fascinating when my internal, racing, thoughts present themselves in front of me when I turn out the lights at the end of the day. From tornadoes, getting lost in airports, losing my sense of direction, being chased by some sort of animal or person I can't identify, to riding elevators that look like laundry baskets that spin awkwardly into buildings about to topple; it's quite a funny thing to pay attention to your dreams and what your subconscious is telling you. I must be lost.

With the holidays approaching, I am hoping I can figure out how to shut off and relax, as I have been so unable to focus lately that even attempting to write anything is quite difficult. Frankly, I am not in the spirit at the moment, but I am hopeful that once things settle down, I am going to do my best to backtrack; even if I make something of it after the season passes. Winter -over Christmas itself- is really the time that I come alive, so all is not lost if I can't be bothered to look at my Christmas tree fondly or even think about what kind of cookies I want to bake to make the season bright. It's what you make of it, when you can. So until then, I'll be boarding the laundry basket elevators to take a ride into the unknown. I hope to return to myself, soon.

leave

I love cooking stew with pretty leaves.