In this year that I designated as the time period in which I became old, I simply grew up. Grew to appreciate talking to myself more than ever. Learned to listen. I became aware of that space in between where I used to hide and feel confined as something more expansive. A place that now seems to nurture me, as so much more than Enough. It does not separate me from everything else anymore. It is not a lonely space. Because a true sense of self is a place that can transcend want , more. Maybe, this true sense is capable of erasing boundaries in communication. Maybe because, true sense is more selfless.
So for me, it's a new year already. I am centered. I am hearing myself clearly. It's cold but not very. There is plenty of wood. Enough to eat. The basket, that new symbol of self, seems to fit like a missing puzzle piece in every chapter in the story that continues to unfold before and behind me. Making sense of it.
These three cloths are yet unfinished. Seeing them together will help me bring them to closure.
I have not been visiting much lately. Around the web. I am staying close to home for a while. Far from the seasonal merchant mind that threatens the sanity of humankind. I feel this might be a more reclusive year anyway. This year after the one in which I became old. But perhaps in some ways more of my true self might be revealed. To me, and as natural order predicts, to you as well.
Ok, I 've used up my words. I will now go out and buy a bottle of good champagne. Or three maybe.