I am not sure if it is the balls of cat fur that are drifting across the floors and making tiny piles in the corners of our house or the bags of felt and yarn that were supposed to be made into holiday gifts, but our house definitely feels like something came and went. Like we completed something. I can't help thinking that this brief pause - this silence - right after the frenzy is a good time to pick up the pieces.

To collect and sort it all out. (Recycling yogurt containers, boiling eggs for lunch, sweeping and sweeping and sweeping)

To perhaps conjure up something new.