I'm in soup mode. It may be mid 70s Fahrenheit but it's soup season by my reckoning. I had some pork bones in the freezer along with the toss-away parts of a leek, some fennel stems and celery ends. I get an enormous amount of pleasure making stock from items normally put in the bin.
I read a longtime friends blog this morning. I met her in 2008 from blogging. She is an American who has lived a long time in Denmark. She had gorgeous photos of a sunrise she took while over Paris. She was stopping in Paris and then going on to Valencia. What a life! I also know her in person from her several visits over the years when she returned to the US. It's amazing what technology has allowed, not all of it good, but much is. I got to know a smart, fun woman, her lovely Danish husband and her beautiful, intelligent daughter because of technology. Imagine!
As I looked at the photos, read where she was and where she was going, the phrase La Dolce Vita came to mind. Indeed.
I thought as I was making soup this morning about how we are truly the sum total of our existence, our experiences. We choose some and some are chosen for us. I chose a life that precludes travel. I did travel some before I chose this life, but having upwards of forty horses, three stallions and a bunch of youngster of varying ages does tend to keep one home. It has been interesting, frustrating, awe-inspiring and heartbreaking. Looking back, I realize I forget how wonderful that life was. How I did something most people don't think about, ever. And don't want to. But I spent the second half of my life immersed in magnificent creatures who had the ability to kill me, but who listened to my words, nickered when they saw me and allowed people to climb aboard and ride off.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to travel again and truthfully, I don't think I care. I enjoy the escapades of others, I have wistful moments and I'm glad I do. It means I'm still human. It means I'm still curious.
My La Dolce Vita is here.