As an exercise in reflection on 2012, I looked at the first post of each month. This has been a year of transformations in my household, many of them wonderful, exciting, and joyful. And at the end of the year, I have had to buckle down to finish a task undertaken a while ago, but not yet completed. I'm ready for 2013.
January. We were in Spain for the holidays last year, too. We took a day trip to a restored wetland that has become a place where flocks of cranes and all kinds of other birds and wildlife are flourishing. Restoration, new life, possibilities!
February: I posted the Ted Talk by neuroscientist Antonio Damasio, because he writes (and speaks) so beautifully about the sense of self and our physiology. I'm working on changing up my meds so that I can live with my wonky brain chemistry in a healthier way.
March: "8: The Play" Same-sex marriage was to be theme throughout the year, up through the elections. It feels as if a corner has been turned. I can't/won't become cynical.
April A death: Adrienne Rich. I owe her a lot. Rereading "Diving Into the Wreck."
May: another death, another formative context; Tomás Borge, the Sandinista revolution. Idealism, degradation. Can we pardon those we feel betrayed us?
June: commencement speeches (from Laurie Anderson, from Neil Gaiman) for my high-schooler's graduation.
July: for me, this was the year of modest, but joyful gardening: a new rain garden in front, tomatoes and herbs in back. Tending my garden, rooting out invasive species:
August: Another death: Chavela Vargas, lived to see the world ready to celebrate her (public) coming out in her eighties.
September: a year of dance, a moment when my pop culture TV fix unexpectedly gave me with a shot of genius: Axis Dance Company's performance.
October: the video for "Get your cray on" by K-pop idol G-Dragon. Where do fandoms and pop culture meet up in acts of translation/opacity?
November. By the time election day arrived, I felt like Shamus the dog in this political ad Montgomery Burns made for Mitt Romney: quivering, whimpering, desperate to escape ("another jumper).
December: The Pixies, then and now. I only learned later that the performance I saw last year was by people who had created a second chances for themselves after breaking down and breaking up. "Where is My Mind?" (1988).
1988-2012. Twenty-six years