Sometimes, when it rains, you find rainbows in unexpected places
But sometimes weather forecasts lie and it hardly rains at all, despite dismal threats of torrential downpours..
“heavy rain” – day 1 of 3.
“heavy rain” – day 2 of 3
“heavy rain” – day 3 of 3
Sometimes it wouldn’t matter how much it rained because your hotel is actually a boat
Sometimes ferocious beasts live on the top floor of multi-storey buildings
Sometimes dangerous bridges need crossing (and sometimes they’re not as scary in real life as they are in your head)
Sometimes all you really need is a borrowed bike and a bench by the sea
Sometimes you go somewhere thinking it will be good, and it is; you go, you enjoy it and you come home content.
Sometimes you think something will be good and you’re disappointed when it isn’t.
Sometimes, and I think this is maybe the best kind, you don’t really know what you’re expecting so you hope it will be ok (or good), and prepare for rain (literal or figurative) just in case, and then are amazed by how wrong you were, because it turns out so much better than you could have expected.
This was one of those weekends.
One which is (going to be) memorable for more than just being good, because although not all of it was sunshine, the tears were somehow necessary and healing.
One where knocking over the Jenga blocks means you can start redesigning the tower.
One that wasn’t exactly “perfect”, but feels better than perfect because it was real. All of it.
One I’m glad to have had the pleasure of experiencing.
Thank you, world.
This is probably a good motto:
I consider lying on a huge wooden platform soaking up the sun and watching the world go by a good use of heartbeats
So is stopping to smell the roses during the only rainy patch of the weekend
I’m no time management expert, but I have a suggestion for you..
If you smile as you accost me on my way between the train and the bus and ask me for ONE minute of my time, I might actually choose to honour your request.
Here’s where I think there’s room for improvement. One minute is not a long time, so it’s important to know how you want to use it before it starts.
It’s not so much that I mind talking about where I’m going and what I’m planning to do when I get there and what I do for a living, it’s just the chance is pretty good that the minute will be up before you say a single word about pandas or rainforests or petitions or monthly donations.
Also. If you’ve gone to the effect of preparing a presentation, maybe you could set up a big screen and let it play on repeat. People, myself included, would almost definitely rather watch it as they walk through the station than on a miniature tablet under close scrutiny.
You never know. They might even stop to talk to you about it. Possibly for longer than a minute ;p
People who know me or have been reading for a while know that doesn’t happen very regularly, and that it is usually a fraught experience when it happens.
Not so this time.
I bought it from my favourite sales lady at the market in the next town. She’s enthusiastic about everything she sells and she exudes happy, bouncy thoughts while she looks after her customers. She remembers things people tell her and asks about them the next time she sees them which could be months later. She has that rare ability to talk to several people at once, without ever being rude. She never stops moving, bustling about, rehanging clothes on their hangers, giving advice and opinions, handing over different sizes and colours and waving at acquaintances across the marketplace. She’s tremendously good at her job, and she would rather let you go home empty-handed than sell something that doesn’t work for you. I think she’s brilliant.
I tried on a couple of dresses and she shook her head. “Nope. That’s not your colour. That one’s not at all flattering. That one, hmm, I don’t know, no, it’s not right. Try this one. No.. What about this one? Yes! That one’s good! You can buy that one!” 🙂
I came away with a dress, a skirt and a pocket on a kind of belt (for wearing over pocketless skirts or trousers).
“No movement is thought of as sexual or embarrassing when you’re little.. It’s just movement. Just an experiment. Little kids are still discovering themselves. Dancing is also self discovery. No brain required, just you and your body and the music……and the other people”