Four weeks from Christmas I am not thinking about the festive season.
I am thinking about the lovely weather last weekend. Today a grey curtain of rain was drawn across the hills. Atmospheric, yes, but dismal. At the dark time of year I crave light and colour. If I can't walk out the door and find these things, at least I'm going to think about them.
Music, too. Last night I heard Anais Mitchell live for the first time. What a joy to encounter a musician who plays like her guitar is an extension of her body and whose voice pours out her soul. I shall not forget that performance in a hurry. And a bar-room pianist's performance in Durango hasn't left my mind for long either.
I am thinking of a workload that just seems to be increasing. I don't mind so much in winter when the evenings are dark, but I do wonder what this will mean next summer. And I wonder how to encourage my growing team to be happy and creative. There are obstacles: it's not easy.
I've just read about the benefits of working in pairs: fusion of ideas, creative tension, support, encouragement. I needed to read this: past experience would not necessarily have led me in this direction. Yes, I really do miss having a person to trade ideas with. Someone with whom to experience the formative events with: journeys, concerts, lectures, events.
Sometimes I am just thinking. That's radical enough in a society driven by a desire to be entertained. Reason stands discredited by history, and that just leaves raw thought. So I think. On reflection, only now - passing fifty - have I really begun to think.