Off to meet the destiny, once again.
Not sure if there is hope or future, but at least there is the moment and, hell, it's worth it!

Dear Santa...

Thank you for taking such good care of me :-)
It's been awesome, you've been awesome.
This year all I want for Christmas is... the Big Bad Wolf.
Yeah, this is major, there are a few minor things, but I will take care of those myself soon, just need a little help in the wild canine department. I know your blessings come always with a catch, but I 'm willing to take that risk, so bring it!

Uhm, yeah...

Being a grown up is not about being unable to dream, it's about realizing in split second that Prince Charming is charming all right, but he won't be coming with a bouquet of roses and a ring because: it's late, roses are pricey (and gold is 1600$/ounce are you insane?), he'd look like fool if he did, and the S.O. wouldn't let him...

*le major sigh*

Landscape change

There will be no more ocean, sadly, but there will be greenery and hills and valleys. There will be new life, new challenges, new places and new people.

For now there are cardboard boxes in which I have to squeeze my life. All the years and memories on one side, all the shoes and handbags on the mundane part.

Some things have been sitting here for years untouched, because they were oh so importnant in the past, but now get trashed in 5 seconds, some will travel with me now and stay untill next triage, maybe I'll get rid of them then, maybe never.

What I know for sure is that some memories will always be there, with or without objects to carry them. Good or bad, no longer passionate or painful but still part of my life, part of me.

For the new horizons - thanks Santa!

PS. If you could arrange for a short but nice and sunny holidays this year, it would be perfect ;-)

Crossroads

Dear Santa...
I should have known you'd have all sorted out sometime before Easter, you do and it's unbelievable :-)
All changes on New Year's Day, new spring new life and all that jazz.

I'M FLOORED! I'M SPEECHLESS!

Now it's time for me to push and pull myself and my stuff through the door you just opened.
To work, to work...
Oh, my...

It's December...

... and I'm nearly speechless.

Santa, Santa Santa...

now you've got my head spinning. You waited till I put it in writing and now I got it, but of course with your special twist. Is your middle name Murphy perchance?

I'm thankful, of course, sometime around Xmas I will let you know if I'm happy too and if I lived up to your expectations.

Life is so interesting at times, and with some deus ex machina interventions in between it's just awesome :-)

It's been a long time, but then time is such liquid creature...

Time is volatile and flows freely, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, still timing is everything.
I wrote a few words in my notebook (transcribed below) and before I got to posting here how all is good, something blew right into my face. Timing...

OK, the subject had to do with time, but in a slightly different way, here it comes:


Christmas came early this year, and while I'm grateful for all the blessings and gifts I know have a tiny problem - nothing to ask for.
There was a new camera and new lenses, travels, gadgets, even a thermal treatment out of the blue. There were concerts, pleasures, dinners and nice company, good reunions after long times apart and some new things and people.

The in-depth issues remain, but does it really matter if I ask for world peace, end of the financial crisis and rich oil depoisits in offshore Portugal? Yeah, didn't think so. Still, dear Santa, we have that thing still open regarding the lands of the Kings of Jerusalem, remember? This coming December we will have to talk about it again. This one thing could solve so many smaller and bigger issues I'd be off yor back for a really long time. Think about it. Meanwhile, I will try to figure out what I might ask for this year. See you in December :-)