Wintering

The decorations are up, the candles lit. It is one month to the Solstice, so this is my last post of 2020. I’m digging in with writing, studies and a simpler schedule, ready to embrace the coming festivities and reflection of the season. As I wrote to a friend the other day, who was apologising for weeks between our correspondence, “Friendship doesn’t keep time – it simply makes the most of it.” I’m grateful for the wonderful people in my life, the moments we share.

Writing has been a focus; a coping mechanism to navigate the pandemic. I’ve produced a collection of children’s stories, written a non-fiction book and am editing a play. The fantasy series sits patiently nearby – I’m working on the sequel to Sky Drum in 2021. There have also been garden and house projects. Hilarious video chats, letters and heartfelt texts. There have been scrummy baked goods and phone calls heralding loss. Silly dancing and days of listless overwhelm. Around me, I’ve seen others overcome tremendous struggle and create amazing pieces of work. We’ve streamlined spaces and made fluid plans for meet-ups.

In the world, I’ve seen kindness and courage emerging like rainbows after rainfall. I have listened in awe to tremendous grace in the face of adversity. We have all witnessed the worst and best of humanity, through the lens of this pandemic. I remain an idealist and am grateful for all those that have inspired me with their art, words, music and decency.

Whatever your plans – adapted as they must currently be – enjoy moments of celebration and reflection for all you’ve done this year. Peace and love to all.