#58 Together alone
Hey. For the few months I’ve been here, I’m fascinated by these chubby birds stomping on every front yard.
Magpies recognises human faces. The magpie in the above picture often looks at me with an expression of recognition before returning to his garden pecking.
New beakie sitting at new work table. This coffee table was kindly donated to us by a friend, whose father shipped from England to Australia, and bears a mark from a rand child’s soldering accident. A lot of things in this new home are from charity shop.
Double espresso cup, with a crack we noticed after bringing it home, a table for sewing, and someone’s many hours of life in squares.
I want to fill this home not with things but stories. Stories are what fill us.
The cooler weather here makes sprouting chickpeas easy. It takes much longer than it did back in Singapore, but also a larger margin of error because of the time it affords.
There are pros and cons to everything. Each pro and con is but cultural conditioning.How does one make decision with no point system, no guidebook, no witness?
Basil, parsley, and coriander are barely surviving in our green patch. Only scallions are growing strong and contributes to scallion flatbreads.
This quote got me thinking.
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.” -Bell Hooks
It’s past midnight here, no longer a Sunday, but never too late to reach out with this letter. Let the wind carry us to where everyone is comfortable being alone. marn