Tag: possibility
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One year
later,and here weare. Who knew thatthings couldbe so simple,and also socomplicated, allat once. I was rightthat day, thinking:this guy.We found ourflow, the easyrhythm of dogkisses in the morning. I learned to bequiet, and notfill those early morningspaces withquestions.I learned thatsomeone could bethrillingly exciting,and incredibly safe, atthesametime. And that I reallydo likethe look of you,and the…
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Eat
with youreyes, shesays.Savour.Be still,be mesmerised. The forest greentrees,a mountain,sand under youfeet. Exhale. Allof the businesses,and everydaycrap that you’vebeen carrying. Feelyour body,hear yourfootfall. Listen.Hear the birds,the windin the trees. All of this, isfor you.To experience,appreciate andadmire.All of this is here,to ground you inpeace, and whatreally matters. Dissolvein the stillness, thewarmth of thesun. The dogsrunning underfoot. For…
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There is
a moment whereflow happens.Where you’redoing the thing,without having toactively tryto do the thing…The mechanics insideyou spin,the rhythm establishesitself, andthings just work. I felt about fiveseconds ofthis, onthe waterthis morning. Itfelt glorious,and in those fewmoments Iknew that thingswere starting to makesense, on amuscle memorylevel.And then the momentslipped away,my movementsfelt laboured and clunky.I had to work atit…
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Uncertainty
really is everywhere.Will that dreadedthingever happen?And when?And what willhappen then? Andwill I ever beok again?And what willpeople think.And will Ieven cope, andbe able toshow myface. For Imay fail.I may tryand stumble.I may be overestimatingmy own greatnessby the truckload.Yet: how willI know?Unless I diveoff this bridge, knowingthat I’m notpacking aparachute? The answer reallyis simple.I’ll only know,…
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354
is a really,great number. That’s howmany days, Ihave looked atyourbeautiful face,and thought: this guy. This guyhas been the sourceof so manyunexpected things… Genuine kindness,crazy humour,snoring noisesat 4.02am.Yet herewe are, and asI look at youwhen you sleep,I cannotimagine beinganywhere elsethan near you. Yes, you whenyou’re grumpy.Yes, you whenyou’re distractedand not listening.Yes, you whenyou’re impatientand I’m flappingaround.…
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Isn’t it
interesting.How life isjust a tinybit sadder,when you’renot around? Walks meandre, notquite hittingthe joy spot. Conversationshappen, mostlyin my head,with no wisewords, kindness, orgentle persuasionto be had. And thenone day. Thereyou are again. Readyto connect,to give, to laugh,to contemplate, andsimply to betogether. The luxury of time,spent with greatpeople, is indeed aluxury I wish forevery life. So thankyoudear…
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Dear Friend
Some doors open,and other doors close.Perhaps,not quite in thetit-for-tat way thatsuper optimists imply.Yet,here you are: on the cuspof an amazingadventure. I wish you well. Andas the thread thatbinds our livestogether stretchesover13,000 kilometers,I know thatyou will flourish,grow, andexpand into anotherpart of your trueself.The dust ofcomfortable, everydaylivingfalling away to newthings, strangeplace, and unusualdialects. Then oneday, you’ll return,like…
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My Precious
this real lifewe’re buildingcan be tough. Toughin its rawness, in thediscomforts ofeveryday adulting. Andalso in this new, mutualdependanceon the other, whichis only348 days young. Yet inthis moment, I couldnot nameany other thatI would rather behandholding on ourjourney. You continueto astound me.And be super bossy!And funny, and kind,and a dog spoilerof epic proportion. Theseare afew of…
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For Chris
I trustthat the wavesof yournew life arebeing kind.And thatyour curiosityis finding asoft landing withkindred spiritsin thisnew chapter. Our environmentsdo reinvent us,perhaps subtlyat first, yet overtime theyhelpunlock a newsense of whowe are, andcan grow into. This is my wishfor you: the additionof colour to yourfull-cream living. Newadventuresand pathways. Theunlocking, anddusting offof marvelousbitsof yourself, thatmay have slippedbehindthe…
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I write
because I can. The ultimateluxury and perhaps evenself-indulgence.I write because I hope that my words canmake a positive difference tothe world. To change its gaze.To lift its expectations. To bringconnection, interest in others,selflessness. To share a sense of wonder,of awe, of infinitepossibility,which isalive in every humanand in near-every relationship. I writebecauseit brings colour tomy life.…