Saturday, 26 July 2008

Digger, poached eggs and an afternoon nap

1. It seems ridiculous to suggest that someone could change your life with a smile. But my happy fortune has been to meet a few fine human beings who have effortlessly accomplished a cathartic change in my psyche. I generally refer to them as the Real Human Beings. I met one of the RHB's whose aura of happiness and courage has inspired me to treat those I love with renewed reverence and respect. Digger is a charming and honest brightness in a sometimes dull and deceitful little world. My life is better than ever today from enjoying Digger's fearless directness and heart-warmed humour.

2. After a very hot night of delightful sleeplessness, a shared shower, tenderly washed and loved, I needed to assume the role of day. I made a breakfast of poached eggs, fried clumps of mashed sweet potato and tomatoes. It was perfect in the moment, shared with the best company a man could wish for and with the early morning promise of heat and sun. My heart felt strong and able and my head was quiet and convinced.

3. I napped at my friends' house this afternoon on his couch, out of the sun and heat. An afternoon sleep is so wonderful. I almost never allow myself the pleasure. I'm usually finding some displacement activity or fastidious chore to exclude it as an option. Today after some quiet closeness and conversation I slipped away into sleep, feeling safe, relaxed and careless. And was grateful for the fortune of a friend who would care for me so unconditionally. The two shirts so exquisitely described by Annie Proulx was brought to mind when I was awake again. The eloquence of the image resonated continuously within the beautiful events of this day.

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