It is the time of year for reflection. My favourite Christmas song has always been John Lennon’s “Happy Christmas War is Over” , since I always, but always, linger on ………. “and so this is Christmas ….. and what have you done… ?” . And then there is the pause while he lets you reflect. It is a time for lists and mellow fruitfulness. My top this – my top that – and maybe I’ll post one. Who knows ?
2012 has been a roller-coaster year in the Monkey Sanctuary. It’s been great and it’s been not-so. Just like everyone else’s. It’s been tough around here lately, hence the silence on these pages. (In case anyone noticed.) I’ll refer you back to my Watershed Week post.
Anyway, life is an adventure and then …. oh, b*&^$$£s I’m getting all John Lennon…………
When I get reflective, when we all get reflective, do we naturally dwell on those things that weren’t so good ? Those things that we’d rather not have experienced, or said, or heard, or done ? I guess it’s natural in a way. Some moments just stick in our heads for the wrong reasons.
When I find myself reflecting on stuff and the downsides predominate I’m lifted by my favourite props. I’ll seek out a book of poetry, Seamus Heaney being a favourite at such times. Such mastery. I’ll go back to the photographs of Brassai and wonder at the work and artistry, for instance. And then sometimes I’m lifted by the snatch of an old song from my youth, heard by accident as I pass an open door, that just takes me back to sunnier days when youthful innocence rooled ok. The Byrds, for instance. Recently I’ve found myself really enjoying classic jazz – some would call it “light” , Sarah Vaughan or Ella.
Then, by a moment of serendipity, I heard this on the radio, and it has stuck, a mantra for now.