The end of the year was a mixed event. I got sick with a bronchitis and was alone in my house because my husband had gone to St Louis. He planned to bring back his mom's car that she had decided to give me. At her age she thought it was best to stop driving. I guess she loves me! I felt weak and had an exhausting cough that kept me many days in bed not doing much but reading all the books I could find at hand. It was not easy.
My daughter's best friends came and shoveled the snow out of my driveway and I stayed indoors as much as I could. Miso the cat was my companion. He was my daughter's tabby, a huge cat who had come "south for the winter" as her friend said. I do live south of her, although in the same town, and his voyage to my house lasted less than 20 minutes! This is his second visit at this time of the year since I stay home then and do not travel. He gets to remember his favorite spots in the house and knows that I am his winter companion.
This gave me time to think. I reviewed the year and found so much good in the everyday living and all the people I got to see and correspond with. This year brought old friends back to visit me and at many art shows I got to hug many that I had not seen for a whole year.
I also got to think of all the things that happened to me and to them this year. The people were certainly the most fulfilling aspect of every day. I realized that looking at a person in the eye to follow the tracing of their words, plus the words they might not dare say but that reveal their absolute consciousness is a treat. I was able to understand them with an empathy of the heart. It was the best of the year. Not traveling, even though going elsewhere is exciting and enriching. Not reading some of my best books although I love reading; it was simply sharing a great moment with soul friends, people who listened and talked straight from their gut and heart.
This particular pleasure is like eating great pastry or like going inside of me to search for the traits I most love; or spending time alone investigating the many quirks in my head when dreams linger by and echo in my soul.
People are it. Fascinating, interesting, crazy at times, sad, fulfilled, passionate, inquisitive, quirky, present and so terribly satisfying. I line them up in my head and I feel blessed with so many who share so many characteristics and offer so many disparities, enough to satisfy me for a lifetime. So this year of 2012, I dedicate to all my friends and my family that brings me the joy of following their life, of sharing their sorrow, and of laughing with them when their excitement is high.
I thank all of those who wrote to me, who talked to me, whom I dreamed of, whom I remembered, whom I rediscovered as well as the ones whom I missed and never got to see. I want to celebrate us, the people who roam this earth and make my life worthwhile and prodigiously happy.
I used to think that bread was a huge and very simple pleasure. So satisfying. A nice chunk torn from a baguette and so good to the tongue. I think that the huge flow of humans that populate my life and let me enter their lives is the greatest satisfaction and the most enthralling and interesting aspect of living.
Copyright 2012 Micheline Brierre