on perspective

timetabling mishaps led to me being at a session a whole hour before i should have been.

I had a choice.

I could rant and rave and be upset about the mistake.

Or

I could give thanks for an unexpected hour without my laptop, to make the millions of calls and send the many texts I was owing people.

I chose the latter.

It's all about perspective

argh sniffle sob argh

a return to tea without milk

this post has been a long time coming. 3 years to be exact.

I drank tea without milk. Except as a child. When I would only drink tea and no milk. So they had to give me milk tea.

But then I drank tea without milk. Because it was what was normal.

Then I moved. Houses and countries and continents.

So fast it made my head spin.

So quickly it made me giddy.

So many sights to smell and scents to touch.

And along the way, I met people. Some drank tea with milk. Some without. Some with lemon slices. Some with condensed milk. I tried it all. And for the longest time I was content, to just drink my tea without milk.

But then you stay away for too long. And you meet people who are too strong. And so I started drinking my tea only with milk. Forgetting, or perhaps not remembering, that I liked it without.

A heartbreak and a homecoming later. I drank it exclusively with for a while. To keep that last tenuous thread intact. Then exclusively without for a while. To ensure the thread was severed.

And now, I drink it with and without. Depending on the wind and my fancies on the day.

Because you learn that real friends are like slipping on an old comfortable pair of jeans you always loved but forgot you had. that home will heal your soul and take you back, when you're grown up and ready to be taken back.

that the people and moments that matter will stick with you, no matter how you take your tea.

Tea-mages from lorises on Flickr

all bottled up

She feels all bottled up of late.

And so thinks she should write again.

Photo by the artistry of Georgia Wiggs on Flickr!

Apologise

Lyrics speak to me, for the simple reason that they say what you feel in beautiful beautiful ways.

Lately I have been dreaming, I always do. It tells me that my soul is ok. I worry when I do not. 

In my dreams of late, people from my past pop up in unusual places and situations. Last night it was a dream of Hitman and bumping into him at my friend's (who has superhero powers) wedding. He was a friend of the bride. I miss you Hitman. Pat your self on the back for me *grin*

But, I digress. There is one character that appears in my dreams every so often. The dreamer in me wants to believe that this happens when we both feel the loss of that friendship. The realist in me realises that it's probably just me and the fact that grudges are not my natural state of being.

There was a time when this song was indeed true of this relationship of mine. I did love this person with a fire red and it did turn blue. And no I would not take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you. No longer, not any more. It really is too late to apologise.

Apologise or not though, I forgive you. As Ghandi once said- If we practice and eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, soon the whole world will be blind and toothless. The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is an attribute of the Strong.

So really, there is no shame in saying it would be nice to one day, once again, be able to take a fall for you. There is no shame in saying I miss you.