where did december go?

And come to think of it November and October, too!
Now, just a few days from New Year's I haven't quite found the time for quiet reflection I'd hoped for. Nor for the pile of projects that seems to multiply by the moment. Fur coat repairs, sewing, ORBS, fetishes, Sacred Art Burial Site and shelves that need planing, and hanging await.
My Year of Letting Go isn't fixed like the calendar. So the psychic and material cleansing continues, too. Often in micromovements. Two different friends from Omega lost everything in fires, and while I collect basic necessities and little luxuries for them, I find myself clinging still. Gathering, still. But with small victories like a trip to the local resale shop where I fell in love with a vintage pink beaded glass case and coin purse. And left it behind.
I have always dreamed of having a studio/gallery/store/coffee shop where I might have time and space to make and sell my jewelry, art, vintage clothing and collectibles. Where people come from all over to visit.
I've been reading Eric Maisel's Creativity Book, and one of the "assignments" is to spend everyday, 2x a day, staring out the window and dreaming of things like these...
That's just one of the rational reasons I am drawn to lovely things and stash them away in boxes and drawers for another day.
Years ago I visited a woman named Venus somewhere in the Catskills whose attic was a vintage clothing wonderland. Our upstairs is starting to look a little like that these days. But as I move things around, organizing and reconfiguring, I've found a perch where I can sit and write, stare out the window and dream.
It's just started snowing again. My snow shoes and the quiet of Buttercup Sanctuary call.
May your day be filled with the Magic Medicine of contemplative quiet, the call of the wild and the wind.