make hay..

        while the sun shines   a day of warmth and sunshine rare for January the new year has just begun tired from the busy-ness of the holidays every bit of extrovert-ness mustered has been used up (exhausting for an introvert) wandering alone around this farm a breath of fresh air before my hibernation begins to sort things out to accomplish…

sacred space

             

recluse

    “the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation” ~ Proust   looking forward to a little downtime as a stormy weekend approaches          

“The mountains are calling

    and I must go” ~ John Muir

hibernating

“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation” ~ Marcel Proust working on a post about mood and photography for next week.. I’ll be asking for your thoughts.