I have learned...I don’t know any better smell than somebody watering the soil of their garden on a summers day.
I have learned...that those people who hurt us. They are just trying to find their own path to happiness. They are yet to figure out that compassion and kindness bloom at the edge of this path.
I have learned...that there are very few of my problems that can’t be solved with a good cup of coffee, a mint choc macaroon and a smile.
You know those people. Their minds move too fast for their mouths, which often leads to a stutter. I have learned...that it is possible for this to become one of the most beautiful things about them.
I have learned...in times of crisis, we always want our mums. Even if we don't speak to her, even if she is no longer wandering the earth, we never really stop craving her presence when the shit hits the fan. Whether we are willing to admit it, or not.
My friends kept asking me what I was up to on the weekend, to which I would reply ‘packing up my life’ to move home. But I have learned, that I was not packing up my life, I was packing up my stuff. And stuff is not evidence of a life, it is evidence I possess a credit card. However, there is this pesky fine line on my forehead, above my right eye. The one that has formed from the many times I have cocked my head and raised my eyebrow at the person before me. Dumfounded, amazed, disgusted, enthralled. That is the evidence of a life lived and some very interesting people met.
I have learned...that there is nothing more sad than walking past the Rob Roy dairy, and seeing a half-melted scoop of ice-cream on the concrete. Is it just me? Don’t you also feel such a pang of sadness at that site. The poor soul who waited excitedly at the hot and stuffy counter, handed over the gold coins and stopped, just outside the door, to have the lick they had been waiting for. Only to watch the top scoop roll off and onto the black tarmac. Anyone? Ok, only me.
I have learned...that there is something about kindness in a person that I find so damn attractive. Maybe because that softness is rare. It’s understated, like a perfectly cut dinner jacket. You don’t notice it at first. But the closer you look, the more apparent the fine detailing becomes. Until you can’t take your eyes off it. You just want to slide your arms into the sleeves, run your fingers over the lapels and bury your hands in the pockets. You want to wear that kindness every day and never hang it up.
I have learned that there is a set of words that are possibly just as influential to a persons life as ‘I love you’ and that is ‘I get you.’
This list was complete, but as of last night, I learned one more thing....
Eating messy, left-over spaghetti bolognese, with far too much parmasen...at midnight....because you can't sleep....is always a good plan.
Much love xx
