'There are two people you’ll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. the other will take his or her time reading through everyone of your chapters and maybe fold corner of you that inspired them most. you will meet these two people; it is a given. it is the third that you’ll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book."
I’ve had the sweetest couple of days in the sun, taking in the warmth that is Sydney summer. Sleeping under it, crooning and crawling and being pliable as mud. Wandering hands down Mati’s back, singing softly into his ear, the lap of waves filling us. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this.
We’ve been a little rough in the last few weeks, we grew too tight. One night on a long drive home I decided I didn’t want to do it. That I wasn’t interested in a life without him and thankfully he agreed. We’re making it work, counting the little things. Although we’re much more independent than we were a year ago, we’re learning to see the light in each other, in us both.
That afternoon of our anniversary, he just held me in the water and we took it all in. Me swimming under a wave, swimming with it, finding each others hands just as it hit. I could have spent all afternoon there. I always tell him that sea salt fixes everything, he looks at me in that way he does each time, smiling a little but also thinking I’m a little crazy. You see I was raised on my mothers superstitions of the earth and the sun and the moon and water, that the earth heals all. It has to, it does.
My nephew turned sixteen over the weekend too, that was an easier year. I stood amongst his friends dripping in salt water, a little teary listening to him say a few words. Time is going by. I’m getting older, nearly twenty-two. More connected to my surroundings, more grateful. Things are feeling better and lately, all I want to do is experience every damn thing and more.
I’m reading a lot, still so in awe of the creativity and words and worlds people have within them. I’m also excited because AGNSW is showing works by Ron Mueck who was one of the first artists I really fell in love and marvelled at all that time ago. I’m planning on seeing his works on my own this coming week and then again with Mati on his day off. Have a lot of writing ideas I’d like to do during my break. We’ll see how this all goes. This year was a tough one but I’m only interested now in what’s to come.
