Just for something different…

Some things I love about my friends:

  •  I love raucous laughs – cackles, hoots, loud HA HAs.  They give me great pleasure and make me smile even if I don’t share in the humour of the moment.  But this really only works if I like the person anyway.  Odd but true.
  •  I love it when my friends are more daring and more outrageous than me.  It’s like I get a kind of vicarious thrill from their language or their exploits or their frankness.
  • I am enthralled with the differences between people.  When I had a paid job, I loved the day to day contact with people I never would’ve been friends with outside work.  It’s so hard to describe without using the word unique.  But I just love how people tell a story or react to a scenario or engage with a strong personality and I love their reaction or story or scenario because of the way it comes out of them.  I have an aunt who starts laughing part way through a funny story.  I love her laugh and her stories.  And yet, probably from anybody else, the same laugh or story would not have nearly the same charm.
  • One friend in particular I love exchanging emails with..  I write blogs because I love writing.  It’s amazing how few people in my life have the time or the interest to put into a  long email.  Many of them simply prefer verbal or face-to-face communication and I get that.  But I do so LOVE a good long juicy email with lots of ideas and thoughts to think about and respond to.  Emails are so instant.  They don’t need to be like letters which are often (in my experience) a formal sort of account of activities.  Emails are more like fiction.  You can dwell on a single moment for paragraphs on end.  Or you can zip through 20 years in a sentence.  I think writing is also a more active way of thinking for me and so, when I write to this friend, I find myself coming to new ideas or conclusions about things – little epiphanies which I might never have got to just by cogitating in spare moments.
  • I love it when I meet up with a friend and we chat about a familiar topic.  And they say some sentence which is a normal part of their brain pattern but for me it goes ZING and suddenly this whole different bubble beside my own bubble appears.  I suddenly have this profound insight into something I never even acknowledged before.  It’s like looking out a window you look out every day and suddenly seeing something totally unexpected.

Some things I love about where I live:

  •  I love the views.  You come around a corner and suddenly this great vista of mountain and town and paddock and enormous sky appears.
  • I love the options for walking through suburbs without ever even having to cross a road or walk beside traffic.
  • I love 3 of the four seasons.  I have never loved summer.  But after the summer just gone, in which nearly every dread was realized, summer has sunk lower than low on my preferred seasons list.

Some things I love about my family:

I am very, very, very lucky when it comes to family.  I will never win a lottery or a lucky door prize or a raffle.  I just don’t have that kind of luck.  But what does that matter when you’re born into a loving, supportive family?  When you have a loving, supportive husband?  When your husband’s family is loving and supportive?  And when your kids are cheerful, affectionate, healthy and active.  Seriously, in the lottery of life, those are HUGE wins.  Sometimes I wonder when I will pay the balance for all that good luck.


3 thoughts on “Just for something different…

  1. The returning prisoner, whose eyes have become accustomed to the sunlight, would be blind when he re-enters the cave, just as he was when he was first exposed to the sun (5). The prisoners, according to Plato, would infer from the returning man’s blindness that the journey out of the cave had harmed him and that they should not undertake a similar journey. Plato concludes that the prisoners, if they were able, would therefore reach out and kill anyone who attempted to drag them out of the cave (5).


    1. On thinking more about your comment, I think I should explain. There is a youtube video about Plato’s allegory. It tells the story that you have just told. But in the allegory, Plato has the prisoner return very excited and full of enthusiasm for his discovery. He stumbles in, half-blind and looking almost drunk, wanting his companions to come and see this other world. He wants immediate action. This video discusses an alternative where the prisoner learns to listen better to the arguments of the other cave-dwellers and, through listening, gain their understanding and their ears. In this alternative reality, time and patience win over the cave dwellers to an alternative way of thinking. This is what I named my blog for – the slow turning of a thought-dial.


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