A strange week, when the year starts to get back to the office and the wheels are rusted, sluggish. Trying to tidy out the studio for a new flurry of art activity, clearing away Yule decorations, my youngest daughter moves all of her stuff out of the house, shifting boxes about de-cluttering, dragging forwards, the past kicking & screaming. Computer monitor breaks, in trying to rig up new one the PC breaks, last years task lists starts coming back to bite, un-paid bills, un-done accounts suddenly all wake from the dead, boxes of karmic clutter, always… wait! stop I’m not ready, slow down! tomorrow! tomorrow ! I have waves and stars to watch, colours to breathe in, ideas to mull, give me time to sort it all out, slow down January! I’m not ready to run yet.