But not really.
Because really nothing is ever really Just forever if you spend some time considering it. One thing I really love is redefining tradition. Or redefining in general. It is an exercises in another kind of acceptance. It is kind of like, well, having a child, holding it close and yet not wanting that child to be exactly like you. No. You would like to be Understood. Respected. Yes. Acknowledged. But, then. You. You might, would hope that this child would use all that to become more. Something like that, yes. Not a copy. More. Or then, maybe even Less. Just something. New.
I'm always in the mood for that. Becoming. Redefining That in any small way possible.
Even Hope is a beginning.
2. Two degrees. The house is encased in cold. A bit like an igloo. Strange. Like beasts in a cave we are. But warmer. Each willing to become less in many ways, to make space to be.
Winter seems much bigger this time around. As if we have made more space for it to be. More.