On this third day of this new year.

It's quietly...softly...gently snowing. The world is silent and winter white. Just as it was - on this same weekend - last.

On this first weekend of 2015 - I cleaned and cleared and made new space. Here. In this house and studio that was my mother's.
It happened a lifetime ago.
And - it continues today.

How is my heart?

This first weekend of 2016 - finds me here. In that same house and studio space.
It is now mine. And - it's still my mother's. I love connecting and believing in that.

We carry on. I do.

Again - the light reflects inwards. I pause. It allows me the space to re-collect...to re-minisce...to re-member.

How is it possible to quantify a year? To balance? To calculate? To calibrate? To make sense of it all?

Funny how some moments remain so clear...whereas so many others are a blurr.

I now want to say: 'I know'. 'I have the answers.' 'I've got this'. 'I understand'. 'I am strong.'
I want to look to the questions for comfort....instead of allowing those questions to confound.

I had one Aussie pup. Now I have two..
They are lying - still - beneath my feet. I can feel and hear them breathing. Steady and slow. They offer so much.

I thought I was good....and healed...and forward moving.
In peace.
I do believe. I am.

And then - there were her old tired shoes sitting empty. Looking out at the snow falling. Wistfully waiting.
For someone to return and fill them....and take them out for a walk.

How is my heart?

It's whole. It's beating. It's growing. It's been one entire year this weekend.
That - here - I began.

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A part of one of the many projects I hope to see to completion in this new year:
'The Things She Didn't See'