I started the new year steeping in solitude, savoring this blank-slate feeling. I found it very difficult to surface from underground, to show up on the topside world. The swirl of thoughts, visions, sensations crystallizing into clear directives in my interior utterly absorbed me. I allowed myself to linger, to not hurry. This trust I have arrived at, this ease with the unknown I now have…dazzle me.
I hosted the first bookclub dinner of the year at my house around the middle of January. It was such a privilege to have the perfect set of ladies over to welcome the new year and to talk about Anna Quindlen’s Still Life With Bread Crumbs. It is about an iconic female photographer who finds herself at a crossroads, caught between the old pull of her known world and the wild possibilities of a new one. This book resonated deeply. I love the idea of a woman compelled finally to live the life congruent with her soul.