Far too cold for a beach walk today. Weather has been hovering in the single digits. With even a slight wind, the temperature dives below zero. Far better to contemplate from a place of warmth the beckoning stretch of sand, and view it as a metaphor for the new year that begins today. Both the sand and this year wait for our footprints to designate that we have made our mark.
Thinking about this blog. I haven’t been as faithful to writing during this past year. I’ve been wondering if it’s because I lack a particular focus or theme. Is this a blog generated by a home cook? Or a fledgling poet? Or someone who likes to dabble in general musing? Or is it okay to continue all of the above?
One thing I do know is that I need my morning time. I routinely get up around 5 A.M. This allows me quiet time to have coffee in my home office and read or write. Lately, I’ve been sleeping a bit later; Daisy has been getting up earlier. Not a good combination. Once I let her out briefly for her necessary morning visit and give her breakfast, the day has begun. I tend to start focussing on other things. One of my goals for the new year is to head back to my office for an hour or so to capture that special time of day.
I’ve been thinking about a quote from Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea:
“Quiet time alone. . .It can be physical or intellectual or artistic, any creative life proceeding from oneself. It need not be an enormous project or a great work. But it should be something of one’s own.”