Midnight ruminations

I think one of the challenges of growing older (not that it's my birthday or anything, not even close) is that you start realising how time is limited. You don't have as much time as you thought you had to write your first book (and I think many people do have a book in them just waiting to be born). To journey to Morocco. To once again eat mussels on the Champs Elysee. To write for lovely magazines, to create lovely magazines. To truly understand the complex connections between what we eat and our health. To make a difference in our communities. To learn so many things: drive a car, sew a seam, swim, snorkel, take great pictures, travel. To finally organise thousands of pictures and the pre-2000 film negatives languishing, almost stuck together and semi-dusty, in a corner of the room. To spend time with family. To listen to the birds. To write. To talk. To breathe the wind.