It’s been a strange few months. After adapting to pandemic lifestyle and waiting and hoping and rescheduling and waiting and hoping…
eventually incredibly the G.O., Diesel-dog and I got to do the three planned short trips and family catchups that comprised our wishlist for the second half of 2021. Nevertheless, our success hasn’t instilled sufficient courage to make plans for 2022.
Curiously, despite an initial frisson while we reconnoitred environs and people anew, it became apparent other than Covid hallmarks of facemask, check-in and social distancing the passage of time hadn’t changed our environs… or people much. Life is enduringly wabi-sabi. I dunno why I’d anticipated otherwise.
Before we set off on our early-mid December last trip for the year, we ticked off lists of spring-cleaning tasks so upon our return home we’d be ready for the festive season. Well, here we are. After an initial flurry of unpacking and cleaning the caravan and a quick spruce up of house and garden, we’re yet again feeling all too familiar with the practice of abiding a quiet Christmas and summer in situ while we further assimilate living with Covid stratagem.
Contending with battered optimism as we approach the end of the 2021 year that was much like 2020, I contemplated what I want from 2022 and discovered a dearth of confidence in extraordinary expectations. I’ve settled for… being satisfied with what I have, happy with what I can do, zen with whatever eventuates or doesn’t, peace in the spaces between, and enough time to read books.
“The illusion of the control you had over your life in 2020 is gone. It’s all different now, do you know what you really want? Did you ever? Sometimes do you just find yourself in tears for no reason?”
First Dog on the Moon
Ennui is understandable but is it practical?
As has become my custom; a selection of recent photos from my camera roll.
Wishing you all the best for the festive season, closing days of the year and whatever you want of 2022 ♥