all encompassing words (and dreams)

Having none, too many, and not panicking over any of it

Another of those weeks where I have nothing to say.

Well, straight off the bat that isn’t true. I have tonnes to say, it’s just that I’m still thinking about most of it. Still feeling my way into the thoughts. What I have to say right now – the most preoccupying stuff - probably won’t be ready for another two to three years. This includes the stuff of my travels last year. The stuff of this year. The stuff of next.

This makes me smile where it used to make me anxious. If I ever thought there wasn’t time for that sort of, well…time, then I don’t anymore. I do have time for the slow cook. And if I don’t then bigger things have gone wrong and my project will be of no concern anyway. I resist urgency these days (I resist a lot of things). In fact, I feel exhilarated at the thought of taking my time, giving due attention, getting it right. Perhaps you do too? I am consumed by the sheer deliciousness of being absorbed by a big project – even just the inner shaping of it by my imagination – the beginning of a juicy sojourn of self-discovery and thoughtful articulation. For me, there is nothing better than this. The longing, the desire, the chase. Certainly, the execution is never quite as heady.