For the past week or so, I have been ruminating. Looking around, thinking about this and that, bits, bites, books and birds.
Wondering what's new, and what's hot. Newsworthy, or not.
And with the exception of a few small things, I find that the more things change, the more they remain the same.
Friends and family and just plain folk -we all continue to struggle with:
How to find it, court it and keep it.
How to be stronger, faster, thinner, smarter, harder, softer, better.
How to nurture, share, savour and care.
Besides love, health, and happiness -what else is it that the human spirit searches for? The degree to which we are successful in our quest can move mountains, molehills and armies of men.
The more things change, the more they remain the same.
This is the lesson I have learned in the past year or several.
And it's not that it's good or bad. It just is.
While visiting Montreal over Christmas, I came across this amazing scene in the windows of a little Italian restaurant in NDG. Like all things small and intricately wrought, it drew me in..and I spent a lot of time just looking at this amazing vignette. Wondering how it got started. Who started it? Who keeps it up? Who creates it? Who protects it? Is it a village effort? Who's hands have made the tiny tools? Who's mind has decided what's needed next?
Who sets it up? Who takes it down?
And within it all, there are a hundred stories being told.
Each one set up to let you linger, to question, and to enjoy.
Which I did. And which you can too.
Happy New Year. May your life be as full as this one!