It's Time

It's time for me to get back into creativity. Time to start sketching again. Time to write poetry and stories, to imagine and think. Time to haul out the chalk pastels. Time to stock up on paint. It's time to get creative with the camera - even if it costs the earth to have photos developed these days. Time to sort out that neglected corner of the garden, time to grow that Hanepoot grape vine along the fence-line. Time to turn those metres of cloth into useful things of beauty. Time to recolour walls and furnishings. Time to enjoy and absorb beauty, then allow it to flow out through the me that's been hidden for years.

I realized this morning that February is the last month of summer. The trees are already starting their golden age. Perhaps as a response my body is preparing for the indoor joys of winter. Replacing the outdoor joys of summer with it's debilitating heat.

All I know is, it's Time.