Clearing the Decks

[angela_n_hunt]

So here we are, halfway through January already. I hope your new year has continued to be shiny and new. Mine is going pretty well so far, though I am digging out of the wreckage that was 2013.

My biggest focus is just clearing the decks in every sense of that saying. Clearing the back log of last year, cleaning my office, setting up my studio again after the madness of Yule where it was used as a staging area for the North Pole wormhole. I’ve been hugely productive, but the collateral damage of that productivity means it’s time to embrace the quiet of Winter and clean and clear the clutter. The way you clear a garden of deadwood before spring planting.

And that’s really what it is. I’m in no hurry for Spring this year. For one, we’ve had no real cold here and no rain, which worries me. I am hoping by embracing the ritual of quiet and hibernation, of calling up my Bear Medicine and going within, maybe I’ll help summon some rain. Because the ground cries out for it and I find even my own skin is parched for the touch of the gray and silver that is California winter rain.

So that’s me today.

How’s your winter going?

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[roomette.livejournal.com]

Cleaning too. Emptying out rooms and finding the strange pile of things left over. A handful of legos (always, I save those) but odds and ends that I have started to realize need to just go in the garbage. Time to clear out debris and create real space. I need some empty spots for other things to grow.

I want the slow of winter too. I wish for a slow February. One that almost feels like forever, I need the fallow, I need the fodder.

I want a real spring this year. A real one.

[angela-n-hunt.livejournal.com]

Everyone in my circle seems to be clearing/cleaning. Very much the energy of this year so far. And for exactly the same reasons. Need empty space for things to grow. *nodnod* This exactly.

Gods, yes. Just slow. The mad rush has been exhausting.

A real spring would be something, wouldn't it?