The sun's out, I'm hungover and still stuffed from Christmas dinner, so it must be Boxing Day. Or, in the US, the day after.
Being in California is both unsettling and familiar. Some things one relives and others one can observe impartially. It's the same with friends and the family. Even those to whom one has strong ties. Whence came this cool remove?
Maybe it was the wine.
And there's still another week to enjoy. To try and slow the mind, unknot the shoulders, reflect on the past and the present. Strengthen still elasticine ties that are stretched and tested by oceans and miles and time zones and neglect. To count oneself amongst the most fortunate.
Time to plan for the successes of the coming year. The races to be raced. Battles to be ruthlessly fought. Wine to be tasted. Hearts to be won.
Time to find a balance of the mind, the body, the spirit; to exercise the heart in every way, to stop living in the 'imagine if...' and to live in the 'now that...' or even the 'what next...' To respect the intellect, but the corporal and the spiritual as well. To blend work and play and love and curiosity.
That's all. Easy, right? Especially when one sits in bed on Boxing Day wondering who's going to get up and make the coffee...
1 comment:
Hmmm... I caught this the day after Boxing Day... or the day after The Day After... or Michael's birthday. Luckily I am having my own coffee while I read it and stewing in mine own cool remove. things feel vague and distant or clouded. as if they're all behind fogged-over glass and slightly muffled. and i didn't have any wine last night. but perhaps that is MY problem. xxxx miss you.
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