“I’m never speaking up again, it only hurts me/I’d rather be a mystery than she desert me.”
I never talk about my love life particularly, you all know that. So pretend this is just general wisdom I'm imparting here, extracted from some random encounters that lead me to believe, today, this sunny sea-salt-smelling day, is generally all around perfect, and that John Mayer (quoted above) is dead, dead wrong. Speak up, lovers of the world! The fear of the hurt is worse, always, than the actual fact. And each thing you encounter is a trial (or a tribulation, sometimes I feel like I'm in the midst of a tremulous tribulation) which spits you out on the other side. I swear it does, it won't leave you broken. You can trust in what's between you.
I got off the train in Lewisham, bits of melted chocolate still on my fingers in places I wouldn't find til later when I went to touch my own cheek and would leave dark brown imprints, and directly ahead was the sun setting, and the clouds around it had gilted golden pink outlines, dazzling slivers around the puffy whites. My hands smelled like oysters and crab and bug and prawns and mussels, my bones felt happy-tired, like they would really appreciate a duvet.
My mind feels clear, and muddled too. Life appears to know what I need, and it makes it tenacious. For this I am most glad.
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the human behind the bean
I'm a 27 year old Canadian woman. I grew up on Cape Breton Island, although my parents and their families are from Quebec and Ohio. Currently I live in Cape Breton, in a small town by the Bras D'Or Lake.
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
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