A Package Came

 
 
 


On the something day of Christmas my clients gave to me…. a taste of America. Bourbon. From Kentucky. A package came in the mail. Needless to say I made a Christmas cocktail. Bourbon & Prosecco. Not a bad combo. They call it a Kentucky 75. A splash of lemon & Angostura bitters. I serve some 🫒 & set about cooking Thai mussels. I feel like cooking. This is my happy place. Earlier this month when doing a clean out, I discovered Yom Yum paste. I save half the jar to make next week with langoustines & rice, but my grocery store had a discount on mussels so I steam them in the rest of the Prosecco & mix the hot & tangy paste with coconut milk. My mouth is happy. Relax. Finally. It’s nearly Christmas. I haven’t been able to write lately. Partly because I’ve been so busy working on the new website & the marketing plan for our pitch deck … business writing has gotten in the way of creative writing. But more… my head hasn’t been clear. I can’t hear myself.

This season, the solstice, the recent moon, has been about shedding. Letting go. I keep getting glimpses of myself that I can’t focus on. Something is there. And it needs unraveling. I pull on the string but it doesn’t tug. I need to tell myself something that I can’t yet hear. It’s another layer of healing but for that I need silence. The last time I felt this need to get away so fully was Jan 2020 - I’d been so busy I needed time alone. That time I booked a flight to Cambodia. The furthest reaches where I barely knew a soul. Then I returned home to a year of silence. This time I don’t go away. Maybe that’s the point. This time I stay home. It’s easy to find myself in far away places. It’s less so in the midst of the daily hum. Maybe learning to rest inside myself is the message. My last event before Noel - Christmas Eves Eve I will sing carols on a boat - a night I’m looking forward to. Then I wont leave my house except for long walks & trips to Rialto market for capesante. Scallops. Today I go for a long walk. 13,000 steps. After dinner, I pull a pile of books into my living room, an ambitious stack. That’s my goal this staycation - cooking & reading & long walks throughout Venice.

Sleep. Writing. Remembering. Release.


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