A murky start to this campervan morning. It’s dark and feels heavy. The sky is fast moving and cloudy, accompanied by the speeding, blinking navigation lights of passing planes. A cold wind blows through me, bites at fingers and face, branches rattle in its wake. Birds are singing, squabbling blackbirds, distant geese, a far off cockerel, but they compete with cars and overhead traffic. It’s the first time for a wee while that I have felt the bite of cold. The incessant rain of the last few days has left damp everywhere, water dripping from eaves and gutters. There feels like another turn in the weather to come. The last few days I have been reflecting on the year and going back over the CVMs that I have written. Something I never usually do, as once written they are filed away. They are a map of my year, my inspirations, aspirations, pit falls, learnings, thoughts, musings and work. Where I have been and to some extent where I thought I was going compared to where I ended up or where I am going, challenges, victories and a few defeats. Conversations, friendships and learning abound in them. The books that I have read, been recommended and been influenced by. I have put the last 60 or so on a campervan morning website that will be launched in the new year, along with photos and a few videos. However it was interesting to follow my meanderings over the year, reflect on them and use them to inform the year to come. A solid foundation of understanding on which to build. I also had a fabulous conversation yesterday with a dear friend around books, reading, learning styles and what floated our boats. It was a debate, both interesting, intriguing, thought provoking and challenging. The kind of conversation you need now and again to shake up your thought processes. It felt good to be challenged, to defend, ponder, listen and reevaluate. Find common ground, but also to disagree. The challenge of discussion, argument and finding the middle ground. The ability to admit that perhaps you’re wrong. The opportunity to test what’s important to you and what the basis of your thought process is. A busy day of more seasonal visits ahead, it is after all that time of year. Lovely days people.
“ Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
Pablo Neruda.
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