i have the same feeling. whoever heard of the tuesday blues?
this feeling is not a dancing one. i wish it was. i wish it was. perhaps it's just the usual case of PPD's (post piss up depression). too much chocolate box. (this is a fine fine wine oh best beloveds. no headache in the morning. it's marvelously miraculous)
it's like an "i want my mummy" feeling. i'm 40 something for godsakes....
i'm already back at school. but at least we had a day off....the 12th of jan is a public holiday in tanzania because of Zanzibar Revolution Day, the day when lots of arabs were rounded up and killed by the revolutionaries of the African Sharazi Party. literally herded into the sea one fine day. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zanzibar_Revolution. if you're faintly interested, there is some alarming footage of this event, which happened on the 12th of January, 1964 - not that long ago - in a film called Africa Adieu, a deeply disturbing documentary. it's best watched in italian with english sub titles.
so thanks to this terrible day, we get a tuesday off. god is great. and works in the weirdest ways. tricky tricky little god.
life on the hill is sweet and green and smudgy. i still haven't quite settled back in with authority. with alacrity. with entire presence. the holidays snatched this quite away. i'm stunned rather. something in the air knows. the weather is being perfectly seductive. the views are trying their best to convince me that this is where i should be. little magics twirl on the rain wind, tugging at me. you see, i wanted to tell you about this:
but i am speechless. so these will have to do for now.
until i find my feet and my words again.
so, until then, toodely old toot, oh bestests, X.X.X truly madly deeply. x j