NEW YEAR
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant.—Robert Lewis Stevenson
I received several iTunes gift cards for Christmas, and spent them all on French songs, because I am on another French kick.
While sipping Muscadet over the holidays, or breathing my L’Occitane de Provence candle, I listen to Bardot’s sparkling sixties pop or Hardy’s pensive chansons. Listening to Charles Trenet makes me smile, and reminded me to look for another Jacques Tati film. For this week’s movie night we have another caper with the lovable Monsieur Hulot, in Play Time.
This has been an unusually serene beginning to the new year. I love bustling with the energy of new resolutions, but I am also loving this gentle induction into 2015.
I do have resolutions, and I am working on them each day: I’m reading The Odyssey to myself, but I am doing it in bed—a luxury I have not allowed myself a long time. I have been journaling more frequently and more reflectively. I am leisurely taking notes for an April workshop in botanical cosmetics.
I am also clearing away things I’ve needed to do a long while: I’m straightening my bank accounts, applying for my first credit card, and making an appointment to {finally!} get my driver’s license.
This month I am looking forward to giving another bread-making workshop, leading another book discussion meeting, and attending opening night for Cosi fan tutte with my sisters.
It’s a good feeling.
• scene from one of my favorite movies, Jacques Tati’s Mon Oncle •
January 6, 2015