Even in the midst of chaos, I had time to do a redesign. I’m starting to hear the underlying bass throb of impending change, and I wanted the blog to reflect it.
I try to do what I can to organize my life, but right now it insists on having a topsy-turvy, nomadic feel to it. I’ve become the long-skirted gypsy wandering about in the open fields, my face turned to meet the sun.
Tonight, I am packing the kids’ stuff and setting up means for their care. Tomorrow, we get up before the crack of dawn to travel south to the other island, where I will leave my boys in the care of grandparents and the yaya duo.
Next week, I’ll be in Manila to visit (lay to rest?) old ghosts and meet new spirits.
Next month, I’ll get to see autumn, at last.
We are all gypsies at heart. Our travels through life, terrestrial or other, take us out of the usual, and more often than not, changes us to the core.
If I have learned anything from all the serendipitous events of this year, it’s that time does not travel in a straight line. Time weaves its way fluidly through us; past and present collide with impunity, love sinks and resurfaces, people meet, move away, and meet up again, what is old becomes suddenly new.
So see you all somewhere, some time.