“Some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing whats going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity…”
[ Gilda Radner ]
Spent the afternoon walking along the Kelvin, kicking leaves, and drinking coffee with good friends. Off to see Fran in a wee while for more coffee and a movie. Pictures of leaf-kicking are on Sara’s camera, will get some online soon.
I just blogged about Leopard. Yes, I want it. I got caught up in watching the video of its features. It looks great.
I can be so flippant sometimes!
I talk of changing the world, but I just keep changing the channel.
This has been a long week.
A guy from home who was an inspiration to me, even though I didn’t know him well personally, just lost his battle with cancer. Dave was a worshipper who inspired me.
Another guy from home, John, is battling with depression still. He’s not doing great.
And I’m thinking about Leopard? God, change me.
Oh my… I would like this… I think this will be my next purchase.
… but I’m not alone.
… and there’s more to come.
I wrote something the other day, just some thoughts as I sat drinking a coffee. Thought I would share it here… be kind, I’m not a writer by nature…
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There is something fascinating about kids.
I was sitting in Beanscene on Cresswell Lane the other day. The place is a heaving mass of families, students and grannys. A father and daughter enter – she cannot be more than 3 years old, in her pretty pink overcoat, wolly hat and oversized sunglasses. She stands holding her juice as dad orders a coffee. Beside her are a group of 3 young women, one with a child of 2 or 3 years old.
The young girls are captivated by each other. There is something so beautiful about their childlike innocence. They stand eyeing each other up – taking in everything about the other – the sunglasses, the hat, the Winnie The Pooh tee, the crumbs around the mouth, the identical pigtails.
There is no shame in this, no fear.
I once heard it said that growing up is the ability to wear masks. We learn to hide our feelings and expressions. This is the joy of children: they have not yet learnt to do this. Their face says it all – the delight, the curiosity, the anticipation, the sadness.
They live as we were meant to live.
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