Starling Foundations

with a week to go

There’s always a kind of compression in our little Western World this time of year, a compression of time and space and money and wits and tempers. Like some sort of boil pressurizing until >pop!< happy new year.

And then…well. Nothing. Not really a satisfying decompression, but rather just God blinking and scratching and turning the volume knob to >off< for a minute. The great stone wheel has made another turn once more and someone gets to gobble the wheat, someone gets to burn the chaff.

All that rushing around, and meeting expectations. Or not meeting them and having to take the consequences as one can. It’s enough to make people crazy. It has made many just that.

There’s a movie DP and I enjoy when we can and it’s called Mixed Nuts and it was our first show we watched together, and we both find it as good as the first time and that’s probably not the movie’s fault but rather ours, and perhaps that’s what you have to do to get through the season of pressurization without falling victim to the bends of that final >pop!<, find that thing you share with those you love.

Merry Blissmas, to all, for whatever reason you choose to celebrate (or not). May you find that thing if you haven’t, relish that thing if you have, and also find comfort besides.

PH—from stePHen: