288 strength in the darkness
And then I started laying in images, and the blogger app glitched on me, and an hour of unblemished brilliance was gone, in which I quietly hoped that the musical I've been slowly working on this year (decade) is actually the thing I did that was important in 2020. Time will tell.
For now, I guess the Singularity wanted to keep that info between me and the AIs. Instead, you get actual captions to the pictures I had sprinkled thru the other post, with only loose association. It's kind of a bummer, because it was pretty personal and heartfelt. Oh fucking well.
Instead of learning about how I lost my joy in driving after 9/11 gave us an excuse to start oil wars, you get pictures of the road trip Deb and I took yesterday. It's crazy, in our fifteen years together, we've been to Australia twice, Europe twice, Seattle and Florida and Boston an infinity of times, and never once to Point Reyes.
Of course I left the phone in the car most of the time.
The only pictures I took were here, at this place called Elephant Rocks, by the road to Dillon Beach.
Based on the grinding pits in the rocks, Miwok lived here for, uh, a long time.
Talk about a trip back in time to a simpler era.
In the other entry, I talked about my intention for last year, "hitting the bullseye." Now, I just had a flash for next year, and it kind of scares me, which is kind of thrilling. It's an ideology I've had floating around in my head for a while, based on personal experience. "Less is more."
But am I really ready to embrace "The Year of Less Is More?" Often these yearly intentions I set have more meanings than I thought when I set them. The "year of stretching" was a notable example. I set out to do yoga, I got major life demands.
I also spent some time talking about how 9/11 got us to look outward, at the rest of the world, but Covid-19 has made us look in, at ourselves. We've had a lot of time and space for introspection this year. I think that's why so many of us have moved. (Well, that and money.) We think we can get away from ourselves. Or, speaking positively, we realized we wanted to be something else.
Recent tradition would have me end this post with "Happy New Year!" But honestly I'm beginning to think that we had it right when the new year was marked by the vernal equinox. Spring actually gives us a fighting chance at launching something new.
The middle of winter? Not so much. I think this December 31st, the best I can do is wish you "strength in the darkness."
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