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The days go past so fast, melding one into the other. Before long it’s time for dinner, relaxing into the evening before slumber beckons like the call of a siren. It’s almost that time again now. The sun has set leaving behind grey wisps of cloud and cooling breeze. It’s time for a new day.

 

Embracing Melancholy

Embracing melancholy as part of my nature, not something to be denied or relegated to the dark stifling depths of who I don’t want to be is probably the most difficult thing to share.

This is the area from which my style of writing comes from, the most authentic tone as I ponder life’s vagaries. It is this part of me that writes passable prose and the rare poem or two. It is this part of me that keeps those poems private feeling shame of the voice within me. It is this part of me that paralyses me, faced with a blank page, the unformed thoughts, unable to put them into words raging within me, never seeing the light of day to be forever locked away by my inner critic.

Embracing melancholy is what enabled me to write this piece, without stopping, allowing the words to spill from my consciousness to my fingers to this page.

I haven’t yet found a language for my melancholy.

It’s not a sadness it’s not depression. It’s a stirring dissatisfaction with the present, the status quo, of things that could be different, of my role in changing them and the eventual acceptance that I’m not able to change everything…

 

The Observer With A Lens

Mslazyboots in Himalayas wrote something that resonated with me. She said that:

“The more you document your life, the more you check in, you tweet, you blog, you capture moments, the more you do all of this stuff, the more you make stories out if it, and if you do that much, you become a spectator to your own life.” (Mslazyboots in Himalayas).

I like the proposition of using this blog to document my life. Not everything but most of it, especially the fun parts. The wandering and wondering parts. Especially where there are lots of photos to accompany it.

Then there is the part of becoming a spectator in my own life. The 1st position of being a part of it and also observing it, from 2nd position. That is an enticing prospect because of the insights from the past that I will get, and applying the learnings from that into what I do going forward.

That is why I blog and post photos.

Many times the words are inside me, roiling around, lost in my critical notions of what should see the light of day and what must remain in the dark, locked inside me, the depth of varying degrees, the conversation eclectic, chaotic and noisy.

When this happens no words come out and instead I post photos, like a silent 3rd position, the observer with a lens.

 “When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” 
? Ansel Adams

 

Finally

“Tomorrow, is the first blank page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” – – Brad Paisley


The Bolo Rei is in its final(ly) rise.

Last years Bolo Rei
©2017 Regina Martins

The triffle is in the fridge.

As soon as the Bolo Rei is in the oven I will start on the lasagne. It’s simple wholesome food tonight.

For tomorrow, the first day of 2018, we braai.

“For last year's words belong to last year's language 
And next year's words await another voice.” 
? T.S. EliotFour Quartets

Have an amazing evening.

Wishing you 2018 that will bring you all that you desire.

Until tomorrow…
“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.” 
? Neil Gaiman