Last Friday, I pulled a little something off the shelf as I walked out the door. This day was going to be tough,
Maggie was breaking her big cancer news to her class.
By the way, I snapped this shot for you of the center of Leuven. You had asked if it was getting Christmas-y here.
To which I say, yes, it is!
This is the little something I pulled. I like the sun.
Actually, I LOVE the sun. I miss the sun. It's been a dark time here, just a little rough with the constant gray clouds and also the situation in the classroom. Maggie is preparing to leave, and I ache for her. I am so sensitive, I can identify what she is going through to a degree and feel like there is nothing I can do. And there is impending change... I feel that I don't do well with change. (Even though I should be an expert at it by now.)
I waited until the end of the day to open this little something, because Jon and I were going to the Christmas Market in Brussels, and also... it was FRIDAY!
But first, a few shots as I walked to the gare (train station) in Waterloo.
I stopped in a chocolate shop and who should appear?
SINTERKLAAS!!!
And the sun came out!!!
Albeit for a minute, but STILL!!
I hopped on a train and went to Brussels to wait for Jon. We had a date and I was really excited. We planned to meet in a brasserie in Grand Place. I told him about my day and then pulled out the little something.
I asked him to take pictures while I opened #12, but he mistook that for, "open #12." So in this picture you actually see Jon's hands opening it up...
Tropics on the brain...
Yes indeed. I keep thinking about a certain sun...
"Whoa!"
Which cracked me up, I think he thought it was a nude photo.
But it was a thoughtful, sweet photo of you looking out across the ocean in Jamaica. I turned the photo over and read the note:
My co-worker Bethany and I planned this trip while working over a weekend on Raising Helen. They were repaving the road outside the editing rooms, BUT the editor INSISTED we work through. SO, Disney put up thick insulation over the windows and we worked all weekend in extra dark rooms with the low rumble of jackhammers outside. It was so ridiculous and unnecessary to work through the construction - all we could do was book a trip to the Caribbean! Ha ha!
I have several pictures from Mexico, and Something #12 prompted me to look through them all, which may explain the delay of this post.
You see, there are good parts and bad to that time in Mexico. Sometimes it is difficult to look at the past, but here is the good news: my finger has become friends with the delete button and I am not feeling guilt or pain as I select and edit. It's quite cathartic.
I think that there is a lot of editing and deleting that I need to do in my life.
I'm sure you've heard the quote, "time the great healer."
While it's always nice to put distance between events and people in life, it's a false comfort if you have not bid adieu to the situation. I am finding in these dark days in Belgium and as the first decade of the new millennium comes to a close that I have not really kissed a lot of these events and people properly good-bye.
That is a hard thing to admit.
I love this photo:
This is from my 32nd birthday that I spent all alone in Mexico, and was one of the best days in my life. That is a little dock about 20 yards from the shore. Isn't that so romantic? That day I wished someone was with me... to take a picture while I sunbathed by myself! Haha! No, seriously, I wished for what I have now.
This was my daily indulgence:
This was the show every night around the corner from my little studio apartment. I am glad that I took advantage of that time every night that I could.
Ok, back to reality. Back to Belgium, back to Brussels.
Here we are at the Christmas Market. Did you check out the
post on my blog?
One more photo from that night that I wanted to share:
This is an installation from French photographer
Thierry Bouët. It's from his series The First Hour where he took 50 portraits of babies in Paris the first hour that they were born. Check it out on the web, there are photos of babies everywhere if you google his name.
By the way, I do want to see those photographs.
Thanks for your patience, I hope you get a golden ticket because I would love for you to come visit.
xoxo
LYMI
