On days like today; where @ 1800′ I am deep in the clouds I feel like Mr. Badger. I want to burrow deep into the earth, wear my pajamas all day & grunt at people who come a visiting. Left to myself I am fine enough company, though I can scarcely tell if I should be waking up or going to sleep. In times like this; when I feel no desire whatsoever to leave my home, the Awen is almost tangible. I feel like my brain is on download, spinning with ideas. So I write a lot & I draw a bit and I jot down a lot of notes.
Living life by the seasons is a magical thing. When we allow ourselves to go with the flow of Nature we are provided with just what we need. I need these quiet months of sweaters and snuzzling to refuel my dreams. I need the reflective time when things are slow and quiet. I need the grace of Awen. So I surrender to Mr. Badger and will endure the month of January as best as I can; writing, drawing and dreaming….grumble, grumble.