It's good to be home

The last few days have been slow and peaceful. There's a total lockdown happening outside, and inside, a relaxed pace of simply existing and being.

I'm sleeping a lot, reading a lot, watching movies and series, cooking, eating healthy, exercising gently, and sleeping, sleeping a lot.

It's a beautiful hybernating season this way, I'm glad for the storm which is making the picture perfect.

I am not inspired to write, too tired to journal, and I think I can easily spend this whole month of January recovering from last year, and resting from decades past where I all I seem to be doing is pushing myself, often times in every possible direction.

I am often in my bed too, with curtains drawn, and the sound of silence. 

It's good to be home.