perspective
The kids and I went down to point pleasant park to get some more sea glass, the glass that washes up on shore along with less desirable objects... but we won't talk about that..
its funny how you can bend down and get truly focussed on finding small pieces of glass among all those stones. if you go quickly you will find almost nothing. if you get right down in a squat you can find good pieces. but sometimes what you really need to do is just stand still. stand still and really, truly just.....look. how amazing it is. you find big white pieces right there in front of your nose just waiting for you to notice. alot like life actually. you can rush right through it focussed on some stupid deadline, or dinner party, or extracurricular activity - and actually miss the whole point. the big pieces of glass.
when you spend time looking for glass you forget the world around you. you forget the amazing shells, the smooth stones, the seagulls and sandpipers, and the everpresent ever rolling sea. you can spend time looking for tiny pieces of glass but every so often you need to stand up and take in the sea, how it changes colour with the sky almost like a temperment.
on that note - I find that I get used to going to certain places where everybody knows my name. it could be the grocery store, the bookshop, the market stall, or coffee shop.
so a while ago M and I went out for coffee on the Saturday of Natal days. This time I went to Steve ORenos instead of uncommon grounds (which has super muffins). Steve's was the place I usually went to on weekdays before 8:30 class but this was the first time I went on a weekend. and there was this older gentleman obviously a regular who was once the head of some crown corp. apparently he asked for the job from Brian Mulrooney and got it - ahhh patronage. But as odious as his politics had been he was very friendly and interesting and talked my ear off, telling me about the political scene in Nova Scotia and I'm glad to have met him.
and so sometimes you just have to take that coffee shop less travelled, or straighten up and just look - it is amazing what you will see.
its funny how you can bend down and get truly focussed on finding small pieces of glass among all those stones. if you go quickly you will find almost nothing. if you get right down in a squat you can find good pieces. but sometimes what you really need to do is just stand still. stand still and really, truly just.....look. how amazing it is. you find big white pieces right there in front of your nose just waiting for you to notice. alot like life actually. you can rush right through it focussed on some stupid deadline, or dinner party, or extracurricular activity - and actually miss the whole point. the big pieces of glass.
when you spend time looking for glass you forget the world around you. you forget the amazing shells, the smooth stones, the seagulls and sandpipers, and the everpresent ever rolling sea. you can spend time looking for tiny pieces of glass but every so often you need to stand up and take in the sea, how it changes colour with the sky almost like a temperment.
on that note - I find that I get used to going to certain places where everybody knows my name. it could be the grocery store, the bookshop, the market stall, or coffee shop.
so a while ago M and I went out for coffee on the Saturday of Natal days. This time I went to Steve ORenos instead of uncommon grounds (which has super muffins). Steve's was the place I usually went to on weekdays before 8:30 class but this was the first time I went on a weekend. and there was this older gentleman obviously a regular who was once the head of some crown corp. apparently he asked for the job from Brian Mulrooney and got it - ahhh patronage. But as odious as his politics had been he was very friendly and interesting and talked my ear off, telling me about the political scene in Nova Scotia and I'm glad to have met him.
and so sometimes you just have to take that coffee shop less travelled, or straighten up and just look - it is amazing what you will see.
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