Golden September light, soft warm air, the damp heady smell of leaves in the midday, though fresh first thing these dewy mornings. We’re nearly in October, and a family tradition will soon be no more as life has hit home that nothing is stable, everything is in flux, and that there is no such thing as settling.
So, with this change in the air, I’ve managed to find my own moment and be transported by Rainer Maria Rilke’s magical Letters on Cezanne, with a glass of Cote du Rhone. We adapt to survive, but maybe I am a slow learner, or my romantic ideals of the world are heavier then I ever even knew, but I obviously have missed the memo or been so protected from the fact that there is no such thing as settling. There is no settling into routine, life is ever changing, stability is what you make for yourself. I will adapt, I will create my own stability. That is life, riding the waves of change that come your way, a skill of stability. Surfing, is it not?