B eing lazy is not nice I know. Being lazy in writing world is even worse. But there are few reasons that have put me of writing for a while and I believe it is an excuse enough.
Firstly I had an argument with my husband and in that state of mind I can not write. I become closed up all of the sudden and I barely speak to anyone.
Secondly I received a negative reply from publishers which has done more damage to my already ruined state of mind.
Now I have made up with Graham and already have made a plan and started working on getting Mr Weatherman out there I am finally writing.
Few days ago I went to Butcher's (or Bucherie if you prefer) in Sarrincolin. I bought six eggs (delicious and with such yellow yolk and rich texture), 10 slices of salami (cut right in front of me) and some lamb kebabs (they were so beautiful and the meat looked extremely beautiful). As I paid for my goods and walked out of the bucherie I stumbled and the carrier bag slipped of my fingers all my shopping ended up on the ground. The people that stood in the que turned around and watched while smiling me picking up my box of broken eggs and salami that flew out of the packaging. I felt embarrassed. They looked at me :
"poor stupid English girl can't even carry her own shopping".
Once I finished picking up everything I got up looked at those people that calmly watched me picking up my stuff and smiled. That particular moment I remembered why I wanted to 'escape' my hometown and why I don't look back. I remembered why I miss the city where no one knows who I am.
But then on days like today it is beautiful to wake up and find your sunflower blooming, it's lovely to know that there is a new lemon growing on my lemon tree and that I will have another bunch of strawberries this year. Looking through the window at night and shouting from excitement that there are so many stars in the sky my eyes hurt. Mountains taking your breath away when you look at them any time of the day. Sunshine becoming annoying so I can shut the shutters. These things still hold me here and they will... for a while, until the next adventure comes along the way. But all that helps me forget the embarrassing moments like the one outside the bucherie. Life is really beautiful, just sometimes it's so beautiful it hurts.
2 comments:
So true! Sometimes life is just so beautiful, because of the beautiful small things. Like that sunflower! Goodness, that is one beautiful sunflower!
Life is full of beautiful moments. Knowing you has brigthened my world considerably. For each "falling down at the butcher" moment we have in life, there is an abundance of beautiful things surrounding us. Your friendship is one such thing and I am a better person because of it. Thank you. Happy to see you posting again!
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