Hibernating through ‘The Hush’
Rest, reflection and resolutions
I love this part, the lull, the bit in-between, or as
calls it ‘The Hush’.The slow few days that separate Christmas from New Year, when everything appears to fall quiet as if someone pressed pause.
Here in London, even on the outskirts where we reside, the difference is palpable, the absence of neighbours is apparent, fewer trains have rattled past the end of the gardens and most disconcerting of all, there are multiple car parking spaces available on the street outside (now that’s just plain weird! )
As someone who is now entirely self employed, I can and do choose to take this time off but empathise with those who’s occupations dictate them having to work through it, I remember only too well, that in this case, the hush is not nearly quite so special.
This year I’ve spent the time mostly in pyjamas, leaving the house just a handful of times for groceries, a dinner with friends locally and an atmospheric, misty meander for coffee amongst the deer in our local park.
