Winter solstice.
Again.
Already.

On Saturday I woved to write a reflective blog post as well as one with my intention for the year to come, but when I sat down last night, what came wasn’t words.
Or. Rather. Not words like these, finger to keyboard-words. What wanted to come was a doodle, so I let her bubble through me, in honor of The Year of Bubbles.

There’s more to this year, lots more.
People. Laughter. Tears. Explorations and experiences.
Books read. Devoured. Discussed. Discarded.
But somehow… what wanted to show up in this doodle did. All of the rest is under the surface, bubbling away… ❤️