I don’t want to be here this week. I know a great place we can go instead – there are wonderful green leather armchairs we can cosy ourselves into; mounted tropical butterflies lining the walls; a table full of books and magazines to peruse; a curiosity cabinet full of pieces of art and history; swathes of beautiful fabric lining the ceiling, making it feel like a cross between a Victorian reading room and an African souk; exquisite interior design (at the moment probably geared for autumn, with pumpkins and branches and bright, flame-coloured leaves and spangled harvest fruits).
And there is tea in teapots, and china cups, and cake…oh the CAKE! It’s made by someone who used to provide them to cruise ships, and they are *stunningly* beautiful creations. They taste as every bit as good as they look…
We could just sit there, enjoying each others’ company and putting the world to rights, sharing our moments of gratitude without time pressure or the need to be anywhere else. We could talk about something and nothing and all the things under the sun, and spend moments in silences which don’t need to be filled, and take time to just exist for a bit…do you fancy it?
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
In lieu, here are my Ten, sans complicated numbering systems (for your convenience), and in spite of another week of various difficulties in a number of ways, I’m here, I’ve got my Glennon-approved ‘Perspecticles’ on, and I’m ready to go.
I wrote this week about the massive, HUGE silver linings which can be found in friendships, and the manner in which we all belong to each other, and need one another’s presence in our lives. The response was HUGE, and my readers (many of whom I am delighted to also call friends) seemed to really like it. I’m pleased, because it originated from snippets of conversation with a dear friend of mine, in which we were sharing our woes and both trying to shore one another up. I wrote the post for her, and she really liked it, but also that it resonated with so many more people is rather wonderful.
In fact, it resonated so much with Lisa (you know her, don’t you? She’s a regular on the TToT, an all-round super-nice person, and former co-host of the hop. She’s Good People) that she took the time and effort to send me a beautiful and very meaningful quote (below), and with Sarah so much that she sent me a song, and then we had a lovely chat about music. So I am *definitely* thankful for email, and the people I have in it.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
Friendships have been rather a lot on my mind this week, and I have been massively, massively grateful once again for a few of my ‘Lifeboats’, who were happy to chat with me and talk me through a rather large wobble last weekend. I don’t like wobbles, and this was an accumulation of a few of them, and the people I spoke with were kind, non-judgemental, very soothing, and very helpful. I have been calmer this week because of them, and I am thankful times a million for their input and support.
I also learned the delight of a sudden and unexpected, very friendly glitterbomb, this time from the lovely Kim, who writes at My Inner Chick, and who sent me a gorgeous card filled with glitter and a real kiss, which made me smile no end.
Then there was the incredibly surprising, touching, and entirely beautiful (also gorgeously wordy, considering-y and completely wonderful) post *just for me*, which was written my my new friend
who I stalk, Crystal. I don’t want to scare her too much (though after discovering that she writes thinkfully and creates poetry and loves the Oxford comma, I *might* have already told her I’m a little in love) but I am cock-a-hoop that the Blogosphere allows such wonderful, brand-new connections with people I would never normally have the opportunity to come across. So I’ll just tell you all this ‘qwiet’ly and hope she doesn’t mind too much 😉
After last Friday’s debacle, I went and sorted out boxing class. I was offered a free trial at a beautiful upstairs-gymnasium in an OLD building, in a gorgeous, blond-floored room of wrought ironwork, punchbags and skylights, with a boxing ring brooding in the corner, and an old guy in a tracksuit who absolutely beasted us, a younger guy who yelled a lot, and a gorgeous, *twinklysparklysmiley* dreadlocked chap with THEE MOST BUFFEST arms everrrrrowrrrrrr! who instructed me on how to improve my technique. I will be GOING BACK.
There was also a very nice girl there, who (upon seeing that I had no-one to partner with, and was new) came right over and offered to work with me, and who showed great patience with my non-remembering of the order of punches and the names of them and the general ‘how to boxing’, which seemed to utterly elude me. She also loaned me her gloves, AND helped me out of them when I got stuck in them. Twice*.
What else is there? I feel like I need a re-fill of tea at this point…
Nice smells on cycle rides. Bit of a weird one, but cycling past boxes of petunias or hedgerows of fennel or verges where wild garlic is growing, is actually a rather delightful experience – you get these kind of gently perfumed pockets of air to travel through, and it’s rather lovely. What else is rather lovely is that I was cycling earlier and the sun came out and just SHONE on me – right in my face – and I couldn’t help but smile and just glory in it a bit. Goodness knows what I must have looked like to passers-by!
Things which remind me of people – that’s something else I really like. I had a few moments this week where I came across things which reminded me of people – there were Hot Tamales in my cupboard, which reminded me of Dyanne. There are songs on my MP3 player, which remind me of Sandy and of Hasty. And there’s a lady who I see walking across the park where I cycle to work each morning, who reminds me of Kate. So that’s nice.
My final Thing (coincidentally) is a place where MUCH cake (or, pictures thereof) can be found, though it’s not what I use it for. Pintrest. I love it more and more and more, because often when I’m feeling in a low mood, I pop over there and find beautiful pictures of the world, of flowers, of creatures, of tattoos, of clouds, of amazincredible art, of BOOKS, and add them to my boards with the kind of glee which can only really be understood by someone who has habitually made collections of things through life. When I was a kid it was keyrings and stuffed toys and marbles and books, and now I’m grown-up(ish), it’s books and shells and friends and…pins! Brilliant 😀
TEN. And no, we don’t have to go home yet 🙂
*I know it sounds ludicrous, but when your arms and hands are shaking from more push-ups and punches than you knew you had in you, and your fingers are curled around and your thumbs stuck in those massive ploofy boxing-glove-thumbs, it’s actually IMPOSSIBLE to undo velcro straps. At all.