I suppose I should say something about writing. I’m editing. There, that’s it! The good old Work In Progress is progressing. The other one is bubbling along. Other things are being explored too, making art, learning another language and yes, an exciting trip coming up. Enjoying a new, yet familiar place I have moved to. Cooking and walking. Sunshine – there is more of it- and warmth. Busyness and peace. Deciduous woodlands, rolling green hills and birdsong.
As my Ninocha-esque WIP develops and I manage to make it younger with a dash of fun and spoof I remember all the things that I enjoy and have enjoyed throughout my life.
To be alone with my thoughts, to work things out in my head, to create and invent, laugh and declare. To disagree, move on, embrace the new.
I am learning all the time, every day. I am learning to write and re-write, to let go. I am re-learning the thing I love the most – the process. It’s between me and my imagination right now.
There may not be a revolution, just a resentment, an anger, a sense of injustice, a seething.
There may be a movement of new music, art and literature. It may be happening right now. It is. We can’t feel it just yet.
It is the year of the snake. She moves when she needs to. But even when she lies still, we know she is there. And she waits to be warmed by the sun.
The snake has deeply held feelings. She is all about emotion, intuition. Knowing her power, she uses it wisely.
She is part of the alternative world. The indie movement. She courts respect and fear.
She is lucky. It is said that in China to have a snake ensures the family and the home are safe. She is cunning, intelligent and wise.
Highly intuitive and introspective, her emotions are not worn on her sleeve. You never see the real her.
She reflects, deflects, mirrors.
The snake is proud and vicious.
It is the year of the snake. There will not be a revolution. There will be a movement.
Snakes-Apples-Books Greg Johnson