The week between Christmas and New Year’s Day always seems weird. Some people call it “dead week.” In Spain, we call it puente–it is customary that when a holiday falls midweek, you bridge the gap and take the days between as a holiday. Time goes into a warp, neither long nor short. Everything is out of rhythm, out of routine. And this year, the week seems particularly long.
It feels like a liminal space hovering between joy and sorrow, beginning and end, light and dark. It is a time of evaluation, perspective, and contemplation. I’ve always loved the word liminal, literally, an in-between time. As we hover between 2024 and 2025, as always, the introspective one; my mind has been in hyperdrive.
JOY/BEGINNING/LIGHT
Love. Seeing the words “I love you” in a text from one of my daughters—an acknowledgment of my fatherhood for the first time in almost fourteen years.
Barcelona. Life in Barcelona is filled with sensual pleasures. There is sunbathing on the Mediterranean, fried churros dunked in hot chocolate, midnight bar crawls in the Gothic Quarter, beautiful people of every description, wandering through beautiful museums, the sheer bliss of tantric massage, and languid afternoons reading in my favorite library. And yes, practical pleasures such as freedom, acceptance, peace, and safety.
Gina. My muse, companion, friend, and lover.
SORROW/ENDING/DARK
Hate. Toward those who look, love, or believe differently.
America. The rapid death of democracy and the rise of autocracy.
Jimmy Carter. A rare leader (alas, a dying breed) with integrity, compassion, and intelligence.
There is so much more I could say. I will do so in 2025, every Tuesday that I can. Thanks for joining me.
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Thanks so much, brave reader, and may your 2025 be filled with joy, beginnings, and light.
8 responses to “Dead Week”
My heart is singing. I’m very happy your daughter sent that text. Step by step my friend.
Thanks so much, Annette. Your words are so meaningful.
Hi Randy my old friend!
I’m happy to read that your daughter has been in contact with you! It’s always weighed heavily on my heart. Glad things are well with you & Gina in Spain! Blessings from the “northern lands”.
Paul
It’s so good to hear from you, Paul. I hope the “northern lands” are treating you well. Your words mean so much; they make my heart happy. ¡Muchas gracias!
Always good to hear from you. Knowing you got that text makes my heart happy. We hope to plan a trip to Spain, and see you before to long.
Thanks so much, Eric. Your words mean a great deal to me. A trip to Spain sounds perfecto! Hope to see you before long.
Thank you for posting these musings,these glimpses from a place I half dream of moving to (but my reality is not yet harsh enough to leave) They are my version of “languid afternoons reading in my favorite library.”
That means a lot, Stephen. I take these words as a huge compliment and encouragement: “They are my version of “languid afternoons reading in my favorite library.”