Monthly Archives: December 2014

The dirt

Thank goodness the winter solstice has come. I find the few weeks before the solstice the toughest mentally and physically out of the year. Everything seems to reach a state of entropy in my life. It makes me someone I do not care to be. This year was no different. With school coming to an end, wavering, looking for any bit of strength to write my last paper, I found myself with a distinct lack of energy. I would like to blame a virus (or possibly a moldy flat) for my lethargy. It was so bad I did not cycle for two weeks to work and took a few days off from work as I could barely power myself to make breakfast. I had to lay down after taking a shower one morning and I did not get up for another 6 hours. I was also bitter and uninterested in communicating with anyone unless I had a beer in my hand (social lubricant!). If no beer then PLEASE NO TALKING! No bueno mis amigos.

But the solstice arrived and it was a good day. Things turned around in so many ways. I got outside to plant up my new hops rhizome (Chinook flavor!) in my garden, the first time I’d done anything with a shovel in about 5 months. I miss so much having a dig in the ground and having dirt under my fingernails constantly. There is something so much more satisfying about gardening than creating Excel spreadsheets. Quite surprising that. After that I went for a good, but difficult run through the muddy Common and began to once again feel like a decent human being. Amazing what a bit of exercise will do. And more importantly, what a bit of dirt will do. I was so pleased to be scrubbing dirt off my legs and feet. And watching the dirt circle down the drain in the shower. It felt like I’d finally hit the ground after a tough few weeks and was able to wallow in the mud in the most positive way possible.

I felt amazing cycling into work all this past week as well. Imagine how happy people in the developed world would be if they were able to walk/run/cycle to their work. I think we’d all be better off. But people want to drive their cars and be miserable and that’s fine too I suppose.

So now it’s Twixmas. It’s been a very quiet few days here at home and I have loved it. I needed some days to myself to unwind on what has been a very mentally challenging year. My normal patterns of day dreaming dwindled in the last 12 months for one reason or another. I can feel it in my bones that I have not gotten the mental rest I so need to maintain my appearance as a well adjusted, respectable professional woman. And I go into 2015 with a lot to think over for what will happen in the next 18 months. Many things to consider, but most of it depends on how 2015 plays out. Luckily for me I have 4 more days of work and then I am off to the African continent for 3 weeks for further woolgathering and letting the electrodes shoot in all the places in my brain which seem to not get the attention they need any more.

So besides that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

A Bulgarian, an American and a T-Rex walk into a bar….

A Bulgarian, an American and a T-Rex walk into a bar….

Well, Christmas was good. I had a lovely time with my friends Laura and Latina. I had a few pints in the local during the day and then was at home for a few hours before heading over to Latina’s house for dinner. We had a great time listening to Laura’s “Now that’s what I call 90s” on cd, wearing funny hats and amusing ourselves with a Oliver the T-Rex. It doesn’t take much.

I don’t know what we’re doing for new years. We have two options and I think I would prefer the easy one as I need to be alive, well and with some money left over on January 1st. We will see what happens, but it will be fun.

There’s not much else to report. I will get my year in review up before I leave for Zambia. I have started gathering my “best of” in my brain the last 36 hours. It’s just putting it down on paper….or binary code.

I hope you all had a nice Christmas and are enjoying a couple days of quiet before 2015. Peace.

Team Streatmas!

Team Streatmas!

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