Embracing Each Second As If To Say: I Love You
On Hibernation, Dillydallying & The Great Silence | The Muse Letter No. 140
It’s the time of the long exhale, hot air forming clouds in the cold winter nights. It’s time to defer anything too big, too heavy, too much to next year. Let it be 2024’s problem. The legs are still moving but like a robot being picked up mid-walk from a kid, feet pending back and forth, it’s time to take out the batteries and re-charge. You’re not a robot, you can stop moving, stop reacting.
“I would like to decorate this silence” writes Linda Gregg in her poem “Winter Love” which I seek to be my mantra for my hibernation. I guess after all this hard work: the writing of a book, publishing it, creating this Muse Letter every week, the self-publishing workshops I’ve given, the webinars I’ve attended this year, going freelance, starting something completely new, all the pitches I wrote to editors and all the rejections (they were a plenty): “I would like to decorate this silence”. And also I would like there to be silence for once, for some time.
There’s a…