Surrounded by air and birds and pecks and cockle-dos, I am bursting green as the new energy thrusts itself and there is no return to the dormant days of winter. “You can feel it in the air,” they say.
My favorite day of the year is the day the clocks change and the promise of light overcoming darkness is real. I pay little attention to that dark January day marking the end of plastic holiday frenzy. I prefer, karmastyle, to mark the New Year on that surprising Sunday, off kilter from the start with a new time and fresh light. Such a sudden change, it seems … a reminder of the power of light to change our earth … and us.
For 2010 the official Karmastyle New Year’s Day was March 14th and I am emerging in this new light of my home.
