I wake on the last day of January with a strong urge to tidy the house. With all four of us at home, all the time, the ebb and flow of our days leave great swathes of detritus scattered on surfaces, tidemarks of successive tsunamis of overwhelm. I am sick of them. Today I am resolved to wash them clean.
Imbolc
Imbolc
Imbolc
I wake on the last day of January with a strong urge to tidy the house. With all four of us at home, all the time, the ebb and flow of our days leave great swathes of detritus scattered on surfaces, tidemarks of successive tsunamis of overwhelm. I am sick of them. Today I am resolved to wash them clean.