‘Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark … I hoard all these letters like treasure. One day I hope to fasten them end to end in a half-mile streamer, to float in the wind like a banner raised to the glory of friendship.’
– The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Settling in. Learning new light. Making soft goat’s cheese (wrap goat’s yogurt in a linen towel, hang and allow to drip, maybe a day or so). Getting up early. Friends for dinner. Preparing for a five-day hike, and a very special guest soon after that. Sending out Christmas cards. Piles and piles of organic citrus from the Ethical Co-op. Hot days and mint lemonade. No internet, lots of academic reading. Decorating with rosemary and a favourite little tin soldier, found on a lawn in Montreal. Running late in the evening.
In other words: a slow, relaxed southern hemisphere holiday time. Small gusts of happiness. How are you spending your days? I’m also looking forward to a German Christmas with K and her family on the twenty-fourth.