Today is the last day of autumn, marking the end of a lovely extended summer.
I seem to say this every fall - I love how the seasons change, and you are forced to take a slower step, inhale the chill air which clears your head so. Warm lazy beach and breezy balmy indoors are a pale memory. You clutch your coat to keep out the wind, and the rain. Foggy breaths and misty windows, freezing kitchen tiles, and you dream of hot pies, stews and ale.
I seem to say this every fall - I love how the seasons change, and you are forced to take a slower step, inhale the chill air which clears your head so. Warm lazy beach and breezy balmy indoors are a pale memory. You clutch your coat to keep out the wind, and the rain. Foggy breaths and misty windows, freezing kitchen tiles, and you dream of hot pies, stews and ale.
Its been quite an introspective April and May. Planning, projecting, casting for the future, and submitting it to the whims of mysterious mechanisations of bureaucracy and fancy. How does one even get around that? With what do you frame the unknown? Questions of existence, purpose, promise and plan. Direction, ultimate reality.
Fluxit et sanguine.
This last month has been rather intense, and has set in motion watershed events for the next few years, whose fingers may reach deep down the path: questions dealing with the work of my hands, matters of the heart, issues of vision, wisdom, and the limitations of my very personal fabric, coming to face with my mortality, vulnerabilities, scrutinizing my motives, ambitions, destiny, place and purpose.
Promises, Place, Power, and Purpose. What drives me?
Tomorrow winter starts. Two weeks of finishing up work, hopefully a weekend breather, and then its off to Singapore, KL, Lindau, Torino, Vienna, Stockholm and London for a whirlwind visit over 4 weeks. Not quite sure what to expect - but I'll need to be on my toes, watchful and mindful. Wise as a serpent, meek as doves.
