Instead, I hope to leave you hungry and wanting, not quite satisfied.
Normal for this week, following a routine I put in place three years ago, would mean drafting and then publishing a 20 minute free-write in which I would list all the things that have brought me happiness in the past 12 months.
And this would be a fine thing to do, for the all the reasons I’ve done it each year for the past three years. It might be an especially fine thing to do in such dark times, when the world turns to Twitter for everything from a spy-novella, written in 140 character increments, to heartbreaking farewell videos from Aleppo.
Yes, it would be a fine thing to make this annual happy things list and remember that darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Happiness is light.
Also, the intellectual – that rational, sensible voice that is so often the bully of my thoughts – is preaching for routine to counteract the world’s imbalance. Do the normal things: Cook dinner; walk the dogs; prepare for Christmas; write the usual posts.
Rational me knows that the way to solve unsolvable problems is by doing the normal work: Send money; volunteer; read the news.
But normal is over, and pretending otherwise is impotent. So, no; no list of happy things. Instead, I am busy in my studio drawing and painting and inventing fictions, mindful that we have art in order not to die of the truth, and that we must grab love fiercely, drunkenly, and never let go.
Food | Week of December 19, 2016
Nope, no recipe links either. I suggest heading to your local bookstore and buying a copy of Soups for Syria.