I decided on the solstice that I was going to get better.

Click click click.

I’m trying to prioritize, because I’m quite busy at the moment blog family. Novel is tearing, FollowMeToNYC is hollering at me, “Sort out your CONTENT!”

Not to mention, I’m still getting used to being back in the northern hemisphere after ten years away. So the enticement of practicing my wobbly barefoot walk on cold December Earth whilst chasing packs of creatures through acreage – in between Manhattan strolling – means I stay distracted.

That’s usually when I get the most done.

This Christmas Eve I wrapped myself in layers of coat and went to the local Chinese Buffet with my parents for an early dinner.

I came home. Read. Wrote. Smiled. Scribbled. Chased the cat around.

I listened to Om Jai Gange Mata and danced beneath winter stars that I have not seen for two years.