This particular time of year always gives me tingles.
Memories and a deep connection to one’s creative spark are stirred by a heightened sense of everything around. It’s cold outside but if you find a nice place in the sun out of the wind you can lie down and dream under the big sky as horse tail clouds drift effortlessly by. The days are short and the shadows beautifully long. Scents seem stronger on the moist air. They transport ones mind to times past – all suddenly overlaid at this moment.
Then there’s soup, doonas, your favourite woollen jumper and best of all long warm cuddles. Now as the days get longer with every day, the months ahead fill with promise, creativity and light.