Coffee does indeed fix most things (or just a chat with Mon, who took the photo). But in times of doubt it’s important to remember that “Comparing yourself to others makes you vulnerable to shame”.
For me, this sentiment gets filed under writing:
We have nobody’s life to live but our own. From any larger perspective, be it evolutionary, religious or spiritual, we are all here for a very short time, less than an eyeblink in the broad scheme of things, whether we die at age one or one hundred. We are all beautiful and essentially flawed human beings. In the words of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross put it, “I’m not okay, you’re not okay and that’s okay.”
From I’m Not Okay, You’re Not Okay, and That’s Okay! by Harriet Lerner, Ph.D.
It’s been a big year and my camera(s) have taken a thrashing. New jobs, festival season, tonsils removed, first ice hockey game, adventures in Europe, a new city…
Some have commented that I don’ really include pictures of people on my blog. Which is fair. Not to say that my friends aren’t the hottest babes around, because I do take lots of photos of them! It’s just I find a lot of beauty in the details of things, and tend to post those.
Anyway, here are some of my favourite pictures from 2011. Babes included. Hope you’re ready for this jelly – and 2012!
And one more for luck – from Christmas Day 2011. I met this cutie when I went to the stables with Hari:
Why is a raven like a writing desk? More photos from my weekend away in picturesque Bath, Somerset. It’s so pretty there, I couldn’t stop taking photos.
Farmhouse breakfast at Monkton Farleigh. I was so sleepy I poured coffee into a juice goblet…
Below is a photo of the Bertinet Kitchen, high on the hill above Bath. This is the home of aforementioned best pain au chocolat EVER. It’s not just a bakery – it’s also a kitchenware shop and they host some classes that sound amazing. For instance: a four day course on baking, pastry and patisserie, and recently Anna Hansen, ofModern Pantry fame, taught there.
We asked our taxi driver He dropped us off by the canal, a few miles out-of-town. From there we walked back into the centre. I loved the sign written names of the canal boats. Crispy Duck!
And to finish… a touristy shot of the girls and I outside Bath Abbey, grimacing at the cold and the encroaching rain! If Bath is this nice in the middle of winter, it must be glorious in summer.