Blue dark skies by four o'clock. New Year's Day Resolutions felt shiny and possible, a crisp list, at nine in the morning. By four the edges of the day soften, things blur into blues and blacks. Sometimes rain softly moves on the leaves outside. Winter ought to be a sheltering time, a cozy space, like a Shirley Barber illustration. We ought to be small animals living in small trees, with patchwork quilts, cheerful hearths and clever teapots.

I am in the attic office, which is cozy and quite like a Shirley Barber illustration in its own way. I can touch the ceiling in places, and built in bookshelves line the walls. There is a silence up here, though the strains of  piano practice still reaches when one of the dedicated students plays. Overhead planes pass. Due to the height of the house, I am in the naked tree tops. 

I have penned out my New Year's Resolutions. I think it is important, for me at least, to mark out the proverbial garden of the coming year. The natural world moves in seasons and eons, not time, and if one follows the seasons, they each have suitable work that fits best within them. Winter is not the time for large genesis. Spring is the unsettling time, when winds and weather change and one feels there is so much to do along side it. Right now, though, planning is suitable to the energy and space, this small circle of lamplight, the happy stack of books, the new elephant shaped paper clips.  This year I indulged myself and bought a Hobonichi Cousin Planner. I was uncertain if the cost would be worthy of the book. While it is still more than I would sensibly spend, even on an indulgence, I am already finding it a fantastic tool. I use Google Calendar quite intensely, as many do, but no one can forget a habit as swiftly as I can, so writing down the daily schedule by hand commits it to some kind of memory. With graduate school, the film commission, and what will be a year of several if not many projects, I felt the need to capture the ideas that were swirling around and to ink them down.

This year I will film something that is mine, this year I will make my body stronger again. The background music of any fitness or health I discuss is that I suffer from an autoimmune disease and like many, my health is a puzzle. It is fortunate I like puzzles, just as it is fortunate that overall, despite this, I have enjoyed the privilege of magnficent health.

One Post Wonder is one of my favourite spots in the entire world wide web. I feel fortunate to be here, and, responsible for my own happiness as I am, am determined to write here quite a lot this year.

From the dark quietness of the pine trees,

DaylightK.