Flashback to my father’s house in the last days of 2020. I’m touched. I’m proud. Of the girl, I see there. Sitting at the kitchen table she writes to the first page of her 2021 journal the following words. “We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” This is everything she knows at that moment. She feels that is what the next year will be about. And she is right. Although reality will exceed all her expectations. As usually. She managed the impossible during the year. I don’t even understand how she did it. I take my hat off to her and thank her. “You’re welcome” she responds through my lips.
I’m grateful. For seeing the world with my eyes. Feeling it with my body. Understanding it with my mind and heart. For living it through myself. Because it’s f*cking interesting and f*cking great. I would not change. Before I would, but not anymore. I’m proud. Of me and my journey. I’m grateful. For each and every step I made and for each and every stone I felt under my shoe. I wouldn’t be HERE without them. Once again I’m looking back. And once again I see nothing but the perfect path. Everything makes sense.
Btw if you’re looking for a nice tool to close your year and plan a new one, check out the Year Compass. ✨
Good morning Charlote:
We met at Letterpress Cafe, when you served me a latte and told me about your love affair with Crete. Thanks for your blog posts in English, and for sharing a bit of your story.
Below is the poem I mentioned. It’s about a breakup, using coffee as a metaphor. It’s also about opposites: bells and silence, black and white, dark and light, together and apart, reality and the illusion of reality.
I hope it touches your heart, and makes you think about how everything has a beginning, how everything is a process, and what we learn from middles and endings.
SILENCE
is my cup of coffee, you said.
The words rose up fragrant and milky,
a thousand bubbles whipped into froth.
Do you drink it black, I wondered,
like the cells in a monastery
once the monks have spilled their prayers,
or do you whiten it with sunlight?
I sit and wait for bells to come,
counting down my heartbeats,
now and again taking careful sips
of the time we spent together. The silence
since we kissed and blinked goodbye.
Memories stir and settle, a bird
the barista spooned onto my latte
fanning its feathers.
Thanks.
☺️☺️