My Reveries journal published on a Saturday instead of Sunday because I have lost sight of what day it is in the soup of consciousness between Christmas and new year.
In Australia this time is often marked by the murmur of cricket on the television in the background and a looping thought of what might be constructed from the leftovers in the fridge for dinner.
I was active earlier – a morning run, a morning swim in the surf that swept me to the north so I drifted with it and walked out on the beach further up.
Now I’ve surfaced from a mid morning nap that seemed necessary.
And I’m a little uneasy with the feeling I should be doing something productive
But also I’m not quite remembering who I am.
My Substack post may may more sense.
Merry not quite 2026 yet.
yes, there is a sort of netherworld fairy land that we all walk through between the emotional release of christmas and the strangeness of replacing digits in a number that subconsciously prowls in our daily life reckoning. but as long as you are ok and healthy i suppose, the only thing we can do is enjoy this strange mystic land. I’ve been toying with the idea for years now but I think I should make it official that there is indeed a holiday in between these two holidays! perhaps we should bring back the label of saturnalia…like a hyper saturnalia of sorts.
I love the idea of naming this period – maybe The Forgiving (because …relatives ..😂)
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We should always strive to learn from our mistakes. It took me a long time with being okay not being productive all the time and taking time to do nothing.