Well now is not now while I write but it felt this moment in time deserved to be captured. To grab at other more challenging nows. It is Saturday morning, 1st of January and I find a little corner sheltered from the wind. The sun is just strong enough to keep me warm. It is wonderful how joyful sitting here is given the fact that I am in the middle of the rubble of the badly demolished bathroom of which the leaking little chimney, the broken taped door and window behind me give witness.

What I see is the old plum tree growing new buds, the land bursting with green after the long awaited rain and our slowly shrinking compost piles.

For 2022 I wish myself and the world the consciousness to keep seeing the full(er) picture.