Hi, my friends.
I know so many of you are American, and the events of this past week are horrific. I keep imagining a circle of mothers standing with other mothers from around the globe, protecting children. I know, too, that thoughts and prayers aren’t enough. Please know that we’re here taking deep, slow breaths with you. 💔
Emily Dickinson, beloved American poet, wrote this line: “I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
It sounds dramatic and metaphorical, but in real life she was writing a funny letter about moving and losing some of her possessions.
Still, what a brilliant line.
I often feel like Emily, as if I need a lantern to go out into the world and look for myself.
I keep changing over the years, reinventing myself and growing. I know you do, too.
Have you ever imagined introducing 16-Year-Old-You to your Present Self?
Do you remember yourself as you walked into the first day on your first job? (Mine was in a shoe store, and I was fifteen.)
What would the conversation be like if Pandemic You had tea and chatted with you right now?
We change.
And yet, as wise women we continue to grab lanterns and look for ourselves.
At the end of my life, which I hope won’t come for decades yet, I want to be a person who always looked for joy. For growth.
My promise to myself this year, at 56, is to gain skills in all the little things:
I want to learn how to bake croissants.
I want to make a painting that’s beautiful. (Hard for me!)
I want to learn an instrument. (Gah! Scared of this one!)
I want to dance and sing more. Plan a family holiday. Write another book. Make a friend from one of my unexpected, unusual, new pursuits: a new dancing friend?
We have this beautiful day, and it’s good to have simple dreams.
What are yours? What do you love? Who do you want to become?
It’s all waiting for you, with your very next YES.
Enjoy your Sunday. Sending my love all around the world. I cannot stop thinking of those little American faces, and I hope you and your loved ones find peace.
Love Catherine x
PS. The fun stuff…
Emily Dickinson’s brilliant “Hope” is the thing with feathers - we all need this beautiful little gem.
Things I’ve been loving in Aussie winter: these knit boots! Chunky heels, cute, inexpensive.
I’m planning to bake a cake for Sunday night dessert. Probably my worry cake. Rosemary, Lemon, Greek Yogurt…love!