digging out

Once everyone leaves town after the holidays, life slows back down again in our ski village. And, I find it is very easy to feel snowed under by the New Year lull.  Here are some of the ways I've been combatting the inevitable beginning of January slump:   

• Putting Clover in the pack and going for walks
• Going for an afternoon crêpe in Chamonix with my two boys
• Skiing in the sunshine with Félix
• Keeping an eye out for photos I want to take
• Meeting friends for coffee in the morning
• Putting on some good music
• Dancing to some good music
• Watching Clover dance to some good music
• Having friends over for tea in the afternoon
• Researching new projects that I can take on
• Going looking for shooting stars
• Celebrating our wedding anniversary – 5 years with Félix, already!
• Signing up to volunteer at a ski race
• And when I don't have the energy to get out and go for a walk, I say yes to the people that do.  (Thanks, A & A!)

Reading back through this list, I easily forget that I was ever feeling anything less than joyful about the arrival of January. In fact, I quite like this time of year.

the early light

I love the morning hours. the calm. the clarity. the potential. the endless possibilities of how a day may turn out.  the choice to open the door to new adventure or to welcome the easy comfort of regular routine.  the limitlessness of a fresh start. a clean slate. each new sunrise offering the sweetness of the unknown, the not yet created, budding with intention.

here I am

I keep putting off starting this blog by days, weeks, months, years. So I guess, today, Tuesday, the Twelfth of April, Two Thousand Eleven is as good a day as any to begin. Here we go. It's a party.