It’s the time of year when we wear sweaters, perhaps hand-knit or crocheted, and then one strand stands out requesting a pull that followed leads to dismantling and unraveling what cloaked. 

New lines entice direction to flow.

I intend to meet the holiday season this way, release expectations and demands, and pulling a strand, allow all that’s unnecessary to fall away.

And after that, I’ll put on a sweater or two.