The topsy-turvy, poo cyclone of war...
….maniacal oligarchs, questionable tech and rampant celeb culture continues to soil planet Earth. But havoc has always been ‘a thing’ in our world, no?
Chaos keeps the 24-hour news machine lubricated, provokes storytellers and continues to put a 522-year-old gloomy soothsayer named Nostradamus in the headlines – no pricey plastic surgery necessary. Quite the feat….
We interrupt this transmission to bring you a word from our sponsors, and my default setting, Ms Eternal Optimism. I can’t turn this bitch off. No matter how miffed, rejected or blue I might feel – she brings the love-stuffed moments in spades…
Picking up breakfast from a city café morphed into a priceless moment when the owner gave me a free serving of pasta ‘for being a regular customer’. I’ve only bought from him, twice. On a bus stuffed with bowheads*, a baby played peekaboo with me – his gap-toothed smile lit with new life fire. Sydney’s winter has wowed us with impossibly perfect blue skies. Mum wrapped her wet hair in a towel turban and beamed at me after I helped her shower.
Love hides in the cracks of routine. It taps you on the shoulder. Pushes you to smile. And love is always looking for you – even when you don’t care to notice.
Sure. Free pasta, flawless winter skies, baby and mother joy are simple flashes of love, childish even. But so, what? They trump the poo.
* Humans with bowed heads, nose to phones. Commonly spotted… everywhere.
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