Today I am sick.
Today I am also going to the opera for the first time.
This is not the best of combinations.
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Life has beautiful ebbs and flows. Right now it is raining and to appease my insatiable appetite for the slightly odd. I am wearing a shortish blue dress with brown knee high socks, a brown cardy, the marvelous red heart (a bit like this one), the favourite beret and have a whopping great big cup of tea. It feels nice.
Life feels nice. It feels nice when there is this ebb between the mass of busy. It feels nice when summer appears in Autumn to apologise for it’s absence. It feels nice taking one of my old youth group girls to lunch and discovering shared loves of oppshops and nerdiness. It feels nice to make the kitchen area interesting with a cabinet of old cameras. It feels nice to be throwing a party for my 25th and to be going to the opera with the twin this week to celebrate the same.
I like little things. It’s scary when you recognise how much of these are a privilege. My one’ness often gets in the way of enjoying such things, it sits whistling in the back corner holding a balloon that says ‘right the wrong’, waving little flag that says ‘guilt’. But for now today I’ll drink my cup of tea, wear my peculiar clothes and design my birthday invite.
I am off facebook for lent.
What are your little things?
My dear friend Elyce – who was my bridesmaid, got married yesterday; symbolically under a Chuppah. This was their first kiss, a conscious decision to learn how to communicate better throughout their relationship. Tim and Elyce have been together for 6 years. I think they are quite incredible.
Grey dress from Savers. $17. Shortened by 20cm or so. Added belt also from Savers ~$2. Brooch from Oh My Cavalier.
There is a terribly woeful lot of quotes out there about the topic of Solace. The ones on comfort belong in cheesy ‘I’m sorry for your loss cards’. So I went on a little journey and I decided to investigate a little about William Somerset Maugham, mostly because he trumped up the one half decent quote:
Writing is the supreme solace.
– W. Somerset Maugham
Sommerset had a fair need for solace it seems – he was quite prolific as a writer (1930’s author and playwright). I would hazzard that he also found solace in reading.
When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me.
-W. Somerset Maugham, ‘Of Human Bondage’, 1915
In this he is not alone. I hope to read something of his one day.