I feel my body going into hibernation mode. The days are darker, and the temperatures are hovering around zero degrees. It's something I try to avoid, but the pull is forceful. The heat of the fireplace beckons me, and cuddling up with a warm blanket and a good book seems to be much more frequent these days. Like the trees standing dormant in the frozen air, the creative flow has slowed to a trickle. It will flow again, once I get my toes back in the studio. Until then, I'll just dream of warmer days.............
I feel my body going into hibernation mode. The days are darker, and the temperatures are hovering around zero degrees. It's something I try to avoid, but the pull is forceful. The heat of the fireplace beckons me, and cuddling up with a warm blanket and a good book seems to be much more frequent these days. Like the trees standing dormant in the frozen air, the creative flow has slowed to a trickle. It will flow again, once I get my toes back in the studio. Until then, I'll just dream of warmer days............. 
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...Jeanne