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Wet Dream
The Big Blue, my favourite childhood movie, I can’t think of any I loved more than this. The soundtrack was one of the first CDs I owned. Every single track boomed with the sounds of the ocean.
It scared me that I could understand his insanity, his obsession, and that I would forever be drawn to other people like this. I’ll never forget his dream, and the scenes that follow…
Perfectly Imperfect
Much to my mother’s horror while I grew up and almost consistently chose gangly looking boys, I have always found the most beauty in imperfections. A flashing row of teeth with that one squiggle tooth or a big old cheeky gap. The softness and vulnerability of a strong man’s balding head. Hand mushed jewelry that isn’t perfectly balanced. The cat with the tear in its ear. The dog with one remaining, pleading eye. The woman with her life map scrawled on her face that no-one wants to acknowledge, standing outside Amtrak shivering with her wobbly cigarette. A fierce man who breaks down and cries into my lap not caring who sees. Three nipples. It has always indicated genetic specialness to me. The boy who can’t hold down a relationship but can memorise a complex datamap across his wall in 5 minutes and never ever forget it. The girl with big hands and pretty long fingers. The soft pokable belly replacing a once six-pack. The boy who trembled almost every time he kissed me and was always searching around my body to hold my hand every second he had a spare one. A cute chubby face on a skinny body. Butt dimples. The un-get-overable lover who can’t control his enraged constantly spilling, messy emotions. The dog eared book. A bed that’s never perfectly made, but so messily and cozily comfortable. A once prized but now ancient iPhone thats been dropped in toilets, a jungle lake and skidded across 3 pavements while running down streets, but still faithfully lives on. The grouchy old man with the visible chip on his shoulder looking tough. The programmer who has his PJ pants stuffed under his suit, bulging over the top. All these sweet people and creatures I have been blessed to know and love.
I could keep writing but instead I’m going to continue thinking about my favourite imperfections. You are perfectly imperfect, and if I knew you, I’d probably remember and love your imperfections the most of all your qualities. I prize imperfections in others and in me. They make you uniquely you.
Back from the blue
Tyler, it’s so strange to have you back in my life again… after 15 years of on and off searching. The days of Wonder are coming back like vivid flashbacks. (more…)
My life As I Remember It
“I’ve seen the eye of God and been touched by her hand.
I’ve seen miracles happen and been
disappointed dozens of times.
I’ve been almost everywhere, met almost everyone, seen almost everything,
done almost all of it, and I’m still waiting to be discovered.
The night has a thousand eyes and I’m a gypsy dancer still hungry for more.”
~ Bobby Miller from My Life As I Remember It
Thanks Kit!
Passive Aggressive Notes From Kids
Raising kids is sometimes hilarious and terrifying at the same time… as this site so wonderfully illustrates…
Thanks Melissa!
BlueCollarWhiteCollar
Aw… my Dad’s first clothing shop – Frank B Earnest in Gardens Centre, Cape Town. I remember helping to paint that amazing floor when I was a little kiddo. The last time I popped round, over 10 years ago, there was a new store there but they’d kept the beautiful painted floor. Those old leather couches and the Persian rug used to be in our livingroom…
When I was a really teeny weeny he worked for the House of Monatic where he started the Carducci label. I remember spending hours with my brother at the office, scooting wheelie chairs all over the building, up and down the elevators, spinning around and around for hours… sniffing suit fabric swatches, gluing and stapling fabric and paper together into strange things. I remember the office windows were floor to ceiling and the entire building smelled heavily of brand new fabric and carpeting. Now that I think about it I was probably always high on fumes… oh and those permanent markers… and spinning round and round and round… He was always away on business trips. I remember particularly when he went to Italy and Japan and would come back loaded up with crazy toys I’d never seen in South Africa. He was a fun dad and I missed him a lot when he was away. Back then and for years I thought “Overseas” was a country people visited on business trips and rich kids went skiing with their parents, and “South Africa” was where everyone really lived. An entire classroom of laughing kids enlightened me to reality. That happened often. (more…)
You Don't Choose Terlingua…
I just went on an amazing solitary hike around Terlingua, over a hill, past Clyde’s house that burnt down and back into the Ghost Town where I currently live at Sinta’s. The wind had whipped up my dry seriously unwashed hair into a vision I can only describe as a bunch of desert twigs scrunched with hairbands covered in old nests and leaves. I love how in Terlingua that passes for “looking pretty good”. I felt pretty good too. (more…)
Today I Am So Thankful…
…for my endlessly patient and loving family, for my inspirational funny intelligent friends who hang in there with me even though I keep moving country… to my new readers on yummy wakame for all the support and insight… to my uncle Steve who sent me a bunch of never seen toddler photos this morning of our days of yore together… and to my eternally inappropriate mother who I adore, for remembering Thanksgiving a month too early…
(I had to dig this one up)
Desire, Attachment and the Endless Pursuit of Happiness
I sense acutely today, that this difficult path I’ve chosen towards celibacy, for the time while I find my truest nature, is leading me towards the polar opposite of how I have lived my life so far. It is taking me down roads I never considered before, and allowing me to explore avenues I used to be afraid of. I am still nervous of. Some of the most basic fundamental things I believed in and ways I acted on that propelled me on a daily basis towards my goals, towards happiness, are changing.
I am discovering along the way that happiness is not something that can be strived for, it is not something that can be grabbed onto, or held even for a moment, or even observed, as it then slips through the fingers. (more…)
Are We Destined To Feel Alone In This World?
It is possible to be with someone you love for years and years, live with them every day, and feel completely alone. (more…)
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