I am snuggled by a crackling fire drinking tea and listening to Beth Orton. Outside it is raw and cold. Flurries of huge wet snowflakes are being thrown around by what my grandmother used to call a lazy wind*.
At the moment life is about family and home. I have no energy to create. I am trying to be patient with myself and learn to accept this, and the fact that besides, I work in bursts anyway. Being kind to myself so that I have the strength to be kind to others.
*Being lazy, it doesn't bother to go round you, but blows right through you.