Tracks on ice remind me that even in the depth of winter there is movement. I am conflicted by the onset of cold: resigned to spending more time indoors, and already feeling the restlessness set in.
Art projects line up, encouraged by the many related gifts I received for Christmas. Writing calls to me too – so many unfinished works vying for space.
Perhaps it is the confinement itself that I fear, having known what it is to be truly homebound, and never wishing to relive the experience. I have come to love the outdoors; have embraced nature as my sanctuary. Can I tolerate the separation?
Ice crusts, encloses,
yet passion flows – fire carves
path – driven to thrive.
( Happy New Year all! Image from personal collection.)
One Woman's Quest II 
I love your opening line VJ. Wishing you the very best for the New Year.
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Thank you. All the best to you too!
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Confinement does seem to create undue anxiety. When you choose to stay in, it is a different animal. Happy New Year.
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Thanks Keith. Happy New Year to you too.
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Maybe this is your season to rest and rejuvenate for the energizing of Spring? Happy New Year my friend! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah. Will we ever find our balance, lol. All the best to you for the New Year.
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Thanks for sharing this. I too feel the restlessness, even though I have more project vying for my time than I have time to give them.
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Sometimes I think too many things on the go elicits less productivity. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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