And so it ends. Another year filled with uncertainty and feelings of being alone in a crazy world. We don't see an end to the pandemic - our lives continue to be controlled by a virus that just won't go away. I don't want this year to end on a sad note, but at times it is difficult to not dwell on pain and sadness. I learned on Monday that my trip to Peru is once again on hold for yet another year. I've yet to put away the clothes that I had been laying out, preparing to pack. Now I am holding my breath for the Israel trip planned for the end of March.
It is not in my nature to stay down for long. I hear my sewing machine whispering to me. Project ideas keep popping into my head. I thought that finishing 6 quilts last year would satisfy my quilting bug for awhile, but this morning I had to call mom and have her talk me down from starting another (at least for a few weeks).
Today is a good day to clean my art studio and put away the supplies that piled up while writing my book. It's a good day to reflect and say goodbye to the past year. A snow storm is predicted for tomorrow and I've already decided that it will be a baking day. Bread and maybe some cookies (ginger cardamom?). Snow dyeing is also on my list. And build a snowman.
My saddest day this year was saying goodbye to Percy.