Silence

I am packing and sorting my stuff. In the background the biggest deadline of the year is breathing softly in my neck. I didn’t think I would be here again, but there: it has happened. Similar to last year I am facing two parallel deadlines. Last year it was my second book, about Buddhism in Holland, and the spiritual calendar I was writing commentaries for. This year it is the calendar again - for 2008 - and moving to another country, actually into the country.

The rhythm of writing some texts and alternating this with cleaning and packing, seems to work well most of the time. Today my creative energy is running low, so I wonder why I am writing a piece for my blog. I generally enjoy working on the calendar project. First I need to find quotes (122 in total), then I reflect on each of them and write a piece of text about it. A lot of my everyday experience ends up in these commentaries. It will be fun - at least for me - to read them next year and recognise bits and pieces of my life. Objects get packed in boxes and moments and impressions packed in text. In the meantime my signature is slowly disappearing from this flat. The Buddha is still there, watching from the mantelpiece that is nearly abandoned. He’ll go last, as his presence is continuously wanted.