I’m currently devouring…
The Land and Its People by David Sedaris. He also happens to come from Greek stock – which deepens my adoration.
Sedaris brings a whole heart and surgical approach to his observations on life and its people. The detail, delicious.
Reading his words is like listening to a gorgeous song that hits the write notes and chimes with my scribe-y soul so I wanna hum it everywhere. My melody sounds like…
A 20-something student walks onto my path. He’s dressed in head-to-toe designer gear in poo brown, knee-high socks, with a haircut fashioned after a salad bowl. I speed up so I can walk ahead. Not in the mood for quirky aesthetics.
Town Hall is already abuzz with homeless services – a blend of heartbreak and hope. The chirpy signs are up – Breakfast, Bible, Chat! I spot a slight man in a knit mini dress shuffling towards the makeshift food set up. He doesn’t have the hips for that frock.
I catch a video glimpse of myself giving a friend three quick kisses on the cheek and I look so serious – like I’ve poured my entire heart, valves n’ all into those pecks; making love a solemn business. Why?
And as I write at my dining room table, I overhear a gardener confess to his co-worker in the greenhouse near my balcony,
“You’re my favourite one to work with. I trust your word more… you know?”
Who wouldn’t want to look at life through a heart-shaped lens? Not me.
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