Scribe Winery, California
The last two months have been, to say the least, a whirlwind. In two of those weeks I flew eight flight segments and over 10,000 miles. From Dublin to Amsterdam and back, to San Francisco, Denver, Washington State, to Los Angeles. Now, I’m back in Dublin. I have been for bit and yet, I’m just now feeling like I’m actually home, processing all that happened since mid March.
I haven’t written much, at least not here. I’ve been writing away for my course, but neglecting this blog. The truth, primarily is that these past weeks have been a strange in between time where the days are slow, and easy. The weather, generally pleasant, as far Dublin weather is ever pleasant, where the days are slowly getting longer, the damp, dark winter abating, giving promise of spring.
My general confusion regarding the workings of a veil.
We stood together, Alex and I, in a tiny two-room bridal boutique in Dublin’s City Center. Surrounded by a wash of whites, creams, and lace-all exquisite, and all extremely expensive. Though I wanted to run my hands over the intricate details soft silks, I refrained, scared to accidentally ruin one of these sublime dresses. Brides to be twirled in front of the mirror and their friends and family as they narrowed their eyes, scrutinizing the details of the dress. It was eerily silent. It wasn’t what I expected at a bridal salon. There were no bells, or squealing, just simple nods and the occasional comment. But we weren’t there to buy a dress, I had come in after seeing a headband I liked. I had no appointment, but the women of the shop graciously invited me in to look anyway. Continue reading
Flying Home
Most years, around the new year I find myself reflecting on the past year. But, rarely, do I think too much about the year to come, or make resolutions. The new year has, at least for the past several years, never really felt like a clean slate, or a new beginning, just a continuation. But this year is different. This year, we get married. And while married life for us isn’t likely to look any different, it is a significant step, and a concession to the fact that we might actually be adults (sort of?). More than that, I have no immediate plans for myself. A large part of that is because living abroad is far more complicated, and because it feels so impermanent: 10 months-2.5 years, depending on if/when they kick me out, so it’s hard to mentally dive into anything. There are a lot of unknowns right now, which of course is simultaneously exciting and frightening. So for the first January in a long time I’ve been thinking a lot about what this year will mean. Continue reading
Colliding With The Earth 