I took these photos from our beachfront terrace over the last few days, and I thought they illustrated the difference we might hope for as we turn the calendar, albeit, yes, perhaps a bit too dramatically...
And definitely happy to have more time available for travel, especially at times of the year previously off limits. The luxury of seven weeks in Europe this past September and October was not wasted on me -- I'm still savouring the experience in so many ways. . .
We recently came to another major decision, one that will have significant implications for lifestyle. I'll tell you more about that over the next few months, but suffice it to say, for now, that I'm very conscious of my good luck in where I live and I'm trying to be very deliberate about appreciating it in the moment. I'm also very aware of how fleeting moments are, of what a trap there is in trying to hang onto them, trying to relive or capture the past, trying to know or predict or control the future. Liminality, as I've surely wearied you by pointing out, has been very much on my mind, and although I've felt somewhat unsettled with it, I'm also trying to embrace its possibilities.
As in the dramatic darkness of the photos above -- so many analogies compressed, the movement between the light and the dark, between sea and land, the potency of those clouds, full of unreleased (yet!) precipitation, the difference between the outside and the inside of those freighters (imagine the life/lives, the dramas, the work, the boredom, the longing).
And the bright beckoning of the shots below with the blue, blue, and yet more celestial and aqueous blue. . . and snowy peaks across the water, a ferry in transit, again with the analogies. . .
I have some exciting plans for January. I'll tell you about them soon, but here's a hint: They involve this daughter, who's (finally!) published another post in her blog about life as an ex-pat (in Rome). And then who knows what the year will bring.
For now, there's still one day left in 2015, and I need 12 more kilometres to get to 2000km run in the year. I don't do New Year's resolutions, generally, but I think I'm going to finish the Old Year with that one...haven't run more than 9 kilometres for at least a month now, so we'll see how that goes! And then I think I'll have earned some armchair reading time (especially since I finally wrote a catch-up post on my reading blog, albeit a hasty one), and Pater and I will line up some movies to watch while drinking some good red wine and eating a special dinner, à deux. Pour moi, c'est mieux! (Dinner just the two of us. For me, that's better -- I hope the French doesn't seem an affectation, but I love the fun of the rhyming, and when you're talking of a romantic dinner, who can resist a romantic language?!) What about you? Will you be staying in or heading out, toasting with others at midnight or cheating, as we may likely do, and heading to bed in 2015, happy to delay making 2016's acquaintance until morning.