Another frosty dawn and I realise that winter has worked some magic on me. No longer feared and dreaded, the colder season has opened my heart to it's cleansing rituals here in these small meadows.
This morning I woke early and headed out with the camera, locking myself out of the house in the process. (I arrived in my neighbour's kitchen a freezing scarecrow in need of coffee an hour later). In the interim, the sparkly winter world absorbed my time and the dawn light blurred my caution. The previous spookiness I felt in these lonely morning landscapes has turned to confidence and pure pleasure, a woman out walking alone in the freedom and bliss of nature.
The creative path is one to be shared. Everything in my being would tend towards snuggling up in the burrow and carrying on alone. However, blogging and sharing with all of you has broken the spell and ended the isolation. While I am sometimes overwhelmed by your support, I know I have to continue to focus on making the images and producing the posts. I could chat for Ireland, but there are not enough hours in the day for that!
Last week I wrote about the courage to be happy. Today I am happy to say that I have at last found the courage to be creative.
PS Thank you all so much for you kindness and thoughts over the last few weeks. My much loved Dad passed away after a long illness and it was a sad time, so much so that I didn't even find a way to say it here until now.
PPS I am getting around to accepting the Versatile Blogger Awards from each of the following as soon as I can, thanks to Bridget at arignagardener.wordpress.com secondly Michelle at sagebutterfly.blogspot.com and the lovely Helene at graphicality-uk.blogspot.com Watch this space!