For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
– T.S. Eliot –
So….how are things?
Come in for a visit and catch up…
This last year was for me personally a year of upheaval and change. The shape of my life and my days changed. Such lows, times of feeling my poor heart aching so badly. This had nothing whatsoever to do with the pandemic. That became background noise. But you know how it goes, one goes right down into the valley and then you climb up and once you’re up there again you see so clearly! See the shape has changed, but now you see more. You see that others, part and parcel of what was happening, hurt as much as you did, that you are after all not the one with the biggest scar. I want to tell you that when I realised that, I felt a lot of shame. I was so taken up with my own pain that I never realised that others were hurting too and hurting more. But I am telling you this with a smile on my face. Now I know. When I know better, I do better. And we need a refill on the coffees!
Christmas! What was happening for you? We went off to visit with family in a remote bit of our province called the Karoo. Pretty much off grid in the mountains it was very far from tinsel, omicron and Little Drummer Boy. Clear starry skies with no light pollution, hot days and thunderstorms.
And so into the new year! Our summer was a bit late this year and by the time it arrived so did the tourists and our beaches were a bit too busy for my liking but in the last few weeks things have calmed down beautifully and I am back swimming! This morning was a doozy. Warm with a bit of wind and the tide was just turning. A shiny shiny day. Every now and then I turned on my back to just relax and look about. A seagull on a rock, some penguins gliding into the water, rock rabbits dashing about, light twinkling in every movement of the water. It was a sociable day too! A young woman swam up to talk about the day, about other lovely swimming spots.
Last year shook my foundations. But I am standing. My husband has a great new hip and he is standing. My children and my grandson are in my life.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though
nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is
– Albert Einstein –