The wind has felt like glass shards with the weight of yesterdays' cold; hurling insults at trees as it snaps and shatters in sound and feel, stealing breath and body heat like a thief. Backyard ponds beckon brave skaters; blades shave and scrape ice that feels solid and thick underfoot.

Fireplaces stay lit and oil burners rattle and cough round the clock.

Even the winter birds have stayed hidden with heads tucked under wings, forgoing feeders. No seeds or suet can lure them for more than a quick moment.

And so they wait...and watch a december moon hang heavy looking like a rice paper cut-out that just might tear in the angry wind.

New yoga session begins next week as does the introduction this month of a guided meditation program at Derry Oncology. It is another way to create a place for transformation for patients there and I look forward to seeing how it takes shape.

May this new year find you warm and well, surrounded by family and filled with contentment.

sending peace.