It feels like spring. And it feels that way in a good way. I have had springs where I can’t wait for winter again, but this one aches for long summer nights and long all day bike rides where you barely need a light past 9pm because our light here lingers and always seems to reach for a few more moments.
Germany gives us Spring reluctantly, begrudgingly, receding winter lines and salt stains. I feel a tightening in my chest when I think about the changing climate we live in. And this includes all of us, as much as we either hate to admit or love to ignore– we’ll see massive destruction and we’ll label this as ‘change’ as lives, homes, and landscapes cease to exist before our eyes. This realization that (selfishly) there are less long winters to ski, fewer magic powder days, and free bird livin’ is more or less behind the general population is sobering and pushes my heart down. I found a New York Times ‘climate correspondent’ job opening today while conducting a mandatory job search during SFLTAP and gave a great wake up call that some people write professionally and are able to ‘merge passions’ as difficult as an ever-changing work environment this would push oneself.
I am feeling more connected when I set myself up for my own opportunity and I think this hides in little actions
- setting my computer (plugged in with charger) on the dining room table for ease of access
- working on my blog instead of turning on the TV
- using the BRICK app more than using instagram etc.
- taking my camera with me during my normal day (this one needs further improvement)
- dreaming of a life without an iphone- i think this comes to life during CSP.
I used to talk a lot about music on my blog with recommendations at the end of each page- to honor this I’d just like to note I listen to many songs from 2021 “top played” still… but Georgia Walks by Hans Williams is wistful of the 2021 beat of angst, but listened with a calmer ear, its just a great song.