Fag end of a year that went quicker than ever.
A year of remembering life and holding loss.
Much celebration of friendship and connection,
Alongside excruciating jibes and heartfelt remorse.
A year when we tentatively trust the certainties we think to be true.
My star is the explosion of a found mushroom crate from Chatsworth Road.
Met with foil, old paint and metal string it was therapeutic to thread and mold.
It reminds me that just life is complex.
Advent for me holds the contradiction of wanting to take a reflective step of the carousel of life, at a time when there is more to do than ever.
Today it's been worth taking that step.