I was thinking today about movement and how I'm going to make time for more of it in 2012. More dancing, more yoga, more walking. My thoughts clear when I have movement. Answers to questions and creative sparks are kicked off when I move across this divine earth. Two feet planting themselves again and again in rhythm. I have promised myself that in this new year there will be more time spent in nature, more connecting with the beauty of the forests that are only a short drive from here. When I was a little girl, I was at my happiest walking in the woods along a path I made with my daily wanderings, book and blanket in hand, past burial ground, past pond, headed for my favorite sitting rock. I want more of that. More outside, less inside. Less electronic gadgets and more sky. I will be like a bear emerging from it's cave or a butterfly from it's cocoon. I'll put together a small art pack with sketchpad and pencils to take along. And a lined journal for story ideas too. Dear 2012, this may sound silly but I love you already.