Welcome 2019. I have not been writing blogs fervently. It's not an exercise that comes easily or naturally to me. Writing does. Blogging does not. No apologies there. But 2019 is an ending. No no, I'm not writing it off before it begins. Not at all. It is the last of the teenage years for our millennium. It is also the beginning of a year that I've promised myself will be savoured. I will not rush and hurry it away. I hope this year will be a slow one, full of lingering, delicate and heavy brush strokes interlaced with words dedicated to the past, present and maybe even a bit of the future. This year will be for kind reflection, thoughtful gestures and colourful outcomes. Happy New Year folks. I hope your spirits sour.