Well hello there, 2023!
Is it just me but does 2020 to now just feel like one really long year?
A few thoughts and potential blogpost ideas swirling in my head but haven’t had a chance to put them down for single theme posts so I guess this is where I shall place them.
I’ve been wanting to write about these three things:
But let me just start with this poem I heard referenced in the movie Marcel The Shell (my current favorite/feel good/feel all the things movie). It’s called The Trees which I thought was quite fitting when I learned the title since my trail name is Sassafras.
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
So I start this year with the hopes of beginning afresh. At some point I will write more about those 3 things I mentioned but in order to be able to click Publish before January ends, those topics will have to wait.
Right now, I might be on the verge of some kind of age reality crisis. It occurred to me recently that my age since birth is now farther apart than possible natural causes death age. I’m having a hard time recently reconciling the age I am and the golden age I am nearing. I’ve had the luxury of being carded much longer than I realistically should have been and I’m afraid my getting carded days are over. It kinda sucks. At the same time, I do not want to go back in time to an earlier age. I need to be okay though to be an age where folks know I’m not 25 but can’t quite believe I could possibly be in my 40s. Vain, much?
Nature Love Play 
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