The Sunday after Christmas...
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Reader, All the presents have been opened, and most of the wrapping paper put away til next year. The tree is still up but already gives off the aroma of nostalgia. "I can't believe Christmas is over," say my kids as they disappear into their rooms, seeking silence to recharge after all the over-stimulation. I encourage rest and supplements, water and vegetables. We need to get back on track somehow. But evenings are still for movies and days for friends. Packing in as much as we can while trying to go slowly and soak it all in. I'm writing this to you from my bed, as one more way to seek a little balance in it all. I may take some time to write but only in the most comfortable of ways. New books beckon, and new years resolutions are knocking at the door. We may want to do nothing, yet desire it all. This weird in between time. A sense of suspension. We have done so much, and now we can reflect. Knowing that soon we will be visioning again, and stepping forward into the new year... On New Years Eve, I'm offering a free Journal to Vision workshop where you can reflect on this past year and say a gracious goodbye, before turning your heart to the new year and all that it may become. A perfect bookend to this in between time. Hope to see you there! Take care, Parrish |
Parrish Wilson Creative
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