"In a moment, when I throw myself down among the absinthe plants to bring their scent into my body, I shall know, appearances to the contrary, that I am fulfilling a truth which is the sun's and which will also be my death's. In a sense, it is indeed my life that I am staking here, a life that tastes of warm stone, that is full of the signs of the sea and the rising song of the crickets. The breeze is cool and the sky blue. I love this life with abandon and wish to speak of it boldly: it makes me proud of my human condition. Yet people have often told me: there's nothing to be proud of. Yes, there is: this sun, this sea, my heart leaping with youth, the salt taste of my body and this vast landscape in which tenderness and glory merge in blue and yellow. It is to conquer this that I need my strength and my resources. Everything here leave me intact, I surrender nothing of myself, and don no mask: learning patiently and arduously how to live is enough for me, well worth all their arts of living." (N, 69) Nuptials at Tipasa Albert Camus I found a lost friend who reminded me how to see. I found him with the bats in the attic. I say I found him, but really, he found me.
Just got back from my best pals hendoooo in 'The Big Smoke'. High points of the weekend are as follows:
1. Our massive pink inflatable unicorn named Andre (RIP) 2. Wearing so much glitter it caused minor disruptions when dancing 3. The moment when some guy called me a bird and I spent the next half hour shouting "AM I AN OWL? AM I A SPARROW? at him. (Obnoxious twittering) 4. The early morning tribal dance routine with sparklers in the dark (never witnessed so much raw emotion) 5. My girls face when we showered her with liquid adoration (sweaty hugs)
All in all, tip top, summed up by the fact that I keep finding bits of glitter in my mouth.