The past weeks have been a whirl 

of work & studies & studio play,

kids' concerts and school dos,

pre-Christmas parties,

glögg and clementines. 

So much so that it has shown

as a silence that unintentionally fell

over Sanctuary. 

Last night the humdrum

culminated in a feast 

for a bunch of creatives

I get to freelance with,

a few familiar faces

but others I'd never met in person.

There we were perched on vintage tulip chairs

in a friend's studio, candles flickering,

wolfing down an oriental feast,

chatting and laughing long into the night

as if we'd known each other for years. 

The year coming to an end

and moments like these

leave me in awe over the transformation

from twelve months ago. 

So much to be thankful for.

And now,

time for a slower beat,

for kicking off one's shoes

and softly waltzing 

into the impending Christmas holidays.