It's true enough - my daughter asked me today how long it is until Christmas. She is desperate to start school, and she knows that she has to wait until "after Christmas". It was at that point I realised that we are close enough to halfway there. And this is my first post since January....and apparently blogs don't write themselves....so with all good intentions, I'll give the rusty writer's brain a shake and see how I go.
Frankly, Christmas can't come soon enough. Nor 2012. Last decade, for all that it was called the 'noughties', and for all the war and terrorism and horror that it contained, was really pretty benign to me and mine. This year has been very different so far. I am feeling very unsettled. It seems that stresses and tensions that are appearing in the natural world (and let's face it, it's got to the point where I think we are all wondering what new disaster each month will bring), are being mirrored by sad upheavals in our family. And as Forrest Gump would say "That's all I have to say about that". I know that blogs are supposed to be fora for opening one's heart and baring one's soul (messy!), but sometimes there is also a need to retreat, hermit-like.