Journeys of a Pregnant Virgin

Suddenly it is mid-December and I am heading home tomorrow morning, home into the warm and eager arms of my beloved. In just twenty four hours I will be flying over the Rockies, counting down the minutes to our reunion. Somehow the last few days apart are always the toughest for me - perhaps because I have gradually been withdrawing my energy from Zurich and sent it flowing toward my Vancouver life, without my actually being there yet.

Despite a terrible virus which struck the night I returned from Geneva, I have had a rich and happy six weeks here. Marianne and Nic were in India for two weeks and even though the house is still in major disarray due to extensive renovations, I utterly and completely enjoyed the solitude. Getting up early in the dark to make a cup of coffee (I couldn't sleep because of endless coughing fits) and listening to Bach in the early dawn hours, all alone with my thoughts and occasional dreams, this was the best medicine.

I have also been working on my Symbol paper with relish and enjoyment. When it's complete I will say more - I'm superstitious enough to want to let it simmer quietly in these early creative stages. It has been a while since I felt such soulful engagement with a writing project and I am thoroughly engrossed and engaged.

As I mentioned in a previous post, most of what is important here in my life in Zurich is very personal and not easily divulged in such a public forum. I'm writing just to say I'm still alive and well, and hope to have a more constant presence here in the new year. And to wish all who may read these lines a very Happy Christmas and Holiday season. May something new be born in each of our souls this winter, may we nourish it with tenderness and care, and may the new year be rich with the love we offer and receive from each other.

with warm greetings to all,
Marlene