happy teachers’ day.
to get to the heart of the matter, there needs to be a psychic split that will provide a cross-section of the specimen in order to observe the layers that form the innards.
i am somewhere in between the flesh and the core, somewhere after harvesting but before compression and processing into oil, soap, bomb.
perhaps it all stems from the root, or a seed of an idea. the thoughts that flower in my mind are those of summer in winter, hot inside cold.
it’s another year, here. what time is it where you are?
x
E
when we left i thought i would shrivel up with disappointment.
do you believe in magic?
me.
i’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to reply.
i always meant to thank you for your concern. i appreciate it even if i don’t always say so. i hope my silences do not cause you offence, and that you understand their necessity to me.
i am happy to tell you that i have not needed to be ‘fine’. everything is well.
it has turned out as i had hoped. she finally expressed what i had been wanting to hear for the longest time, and when she said it i knew it was true.
it was a hard-earned lesson in patience but a worthwhile one.
i hope all is well with you. i look forward to seeing you soon. no doubt we will easily pick up where we left off, as has always been the nature of our friendship.
me
x
ps: this postcard captures my feelings in that moment. i hope you will forgive the mushiness based on the fact that you know it is uncharacteristic of me.
it is hard to say what i really feel. it is hard to tell you what you don’t want to hear. it is hard to not know if what i am speaking is the truth.
it is hard to hear you cry.
but with all my heart, and all my belief, i say now: you will be fine, either way.
hang in there. i’m with you.
x
originally uploaded by ’stee.
i don’t regret that we don’t talk anymore.
love,
a boat-load of sunshine.
I’m sitting in the sun trying to read the novel I brought along in case I found myself doing what I find myself doing right now.
You know when you’re trying to read in the sun, the words are so bright, the page is almost white? And how the colours sear your retina, forcing you to narrow your lids your eyes start to burn with the intensity of the light?
There is nothing to do here but look gorgeous and drink poolside cocktails. In short, I am terribly, painfully bored. Maybe I should take a swim - how far is it to you?
Write again soon x E
squirrels are the craziest, most neurotic creatures ever. we saw one while walking in the park yesterday - i was fascinated, not having seen one in real life before. we didn’t move, of course, so as not to scare it away. so, it was just sitting there, calmly nibbling away at a piece of fruit or nut, or whatever it had in its tiny little paws, looking at us out of the corner of its eye. then suddenly it FREAKED OUT and dashed a little ways away, stopped, and started nibbling calmly at its food again, looking at us out of the corner of its eye. then suddenly it FREAKED OUT..you get the idea. it was hilarious. of course, we gave running commentary the whole time.
“just sittin’ here, eatin’ my nut, eatin’ my nut, AARRRRRGGGHHHH! just sittin’ here, it’s cool, eatin’ my nut, eatin’ my nut….AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!”
i think if woody allen were to be reborn as an animal, he’d be a squirrel.
miss you much
xx
It’s a cold crisp day with some brilliant sunshine, but now the clouds have gathered and it looks like dusk is creeping up.
I ran into a cyclist on the ferry to here; he’s cycling the north island in three weeks. Earlier he squinted at the sky, and said it would be a cold day. I couldn’t see what he was talking about, the sky was so clear and blue and the sun was out.
Apparently when there are clouds the heat is kept around instead of floating away. Or something like that.
I like this postcard of the jetty, and the most important elements are the two seagulls communing with their shadows and each other.
I’ll be on the lookout for birds. Don’t ask me why, you know I’m whimsical that way. I’ll write again soon
x
E
