......"move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable."
-(one of my favorite books/authors, The Unbearable Lightness of Being/Milan Kundera)
to say the least..."we" have been 7 years, well 6.5, but no one knows for sure the day it began.
no more than 2 years in one location. a recap:
year 1 = LSU, random shenanigans and ultimate shoelace/skateboard obsessions - I fell in love.
year 2 = getting acquainted with long distance and living together in Arcata; hot tubs and fairies'
nests - he jumped all the way
year 3 = become professionals? at long distance, my second chance at life with my best friend,
his first chance at the real world
year 4 = i join that grown up's party, we merge our lives (Flo-rida); we practice our nesting skills
year 5 = year 4 continues; homesick, friendsick, travelsick but bluegrass festivals and an intercity-
lake complete with farmers markets (and the world's greatest hydropondic 'maters) make it all
ours
year 6 = we break free to Australia; his dream realized. for me it could have been just about
anywhere - a place to be. australia/new zealand/indonesia. oceans. mountains. we set a new bar
for the quality of our lives.
year 7 = more of our Australia addiction; we wonder how we can live without this place?
year 8 = ?
We've reached our "two year maximum capacity for remaining in one location." We are preparing to make the ultimate decision...the FIVE YEAR decision. where, oh where? can we happily reside for the next five years (roughly)? This is an increasingly exciting prospect, but equally terrifying - in every way.
Monday, January 17, 2011
il dolce far niente
i've been researching italy and i found this phrase, which describes a piece of their way of life there. I'm pretty sure I will love it there:
"il dolce far niente" which simple translates "the sweetness of doing nothing." this phrase didn't mean a whole lot to me until a year or two ago. a year or two ago, i may have found it shocking that a youngish lady would lay in a park with her dress clothes on..alone...not appearing to be "doing" anything. she would just lay there, maybe napping..maybe thinking..maybe looking at the sky, but doing nothing really. a year or two ago, i may have found this unusual or at least worthy of a second glace, but now i can't imagine life without it.
it's never nothing really...it's always something: it's a cafe' chat with a friend, it's lingering a few more minutes on the beach steps while the storm's rolling in, it's a class of wine and digestion post-dinner, a stroll through town.....
it's doing something (solely!!!) for the sake of pleasure and I believe there is divine purpose in that agenda.
"il dolce far niente" which simple translates "the sweetness of doing nothing." this phrase didn't mean a whole lot to me until a year or two ago. a year or two ago, i may have found it shocking that a youngish lady would lay in a park with her dress clothes on..alone...not appearing to be "doing" anything. she would just lay there, maybe napping..maybe thinking..maybe looking at the sky, but doing nothing really. a year or two ago, i may have found this unusual or at least worthy of a second glace, but now i can't imagine life without it.
it's never nothing really...it's always something: it's a cafe' chat with a friend, it's lingering a few more minutes on the beach steps while the storm's rolling in, it's a class of wine and digestion post-dinner, a stroll through town.....
it's doing something (solely!!!) for the sake of pleasure and I believe there is divine purpose in that agenda.
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