We walked Regensburg with friends, and I am always so uplifted by the lights and the happy people.
The sensation of homesickness, this year, is deeply tinged with the impending knowledge that though I may get to go "home", I will always miss the gaiety in the darkness, this time of year in Bavaria provides.
We're on a mad tour of Christmas markets, drinking gluehwein and enjoying the ambiance.
I'm more likely to demand
perfection of myself, than o
My life, not so very long ago, was a train wreck.
Now, after all these years of hard work on myself, and my environment, and the loving support and cultivation of my dear cg, past injuries become integrated scars, supporting a life's web of information.
It's the best we can do with these things we crash into, hang on to too much, leave behind, and forget to let go.
Most of all, I think we forget to find support for our Selves. We don't take advantage of the information that is there to
climb up on. This is the time of year to delve.. I can spend endless dark evenings sipping hot wine and experimenting with my thoughts.
I couldn't tell anyone else to do it, who didn't want to go a little mad. But I am convinced that we humans have a hard time telling the difference between madness and genius, and am willing to experiment with both (while admittedly having far more of one on hand, than the other... ).