And it reminded me that as we pass the strangers in our daily lives, how quick we are to form impressions, and invent stories about who they are – ‘she’s stuck-up, she never greets me,’ ‘he’s a lazy bum, why is he never at work,’ ‘she’s drinking a beer at 10am, what a loser’… but we can never know the private pain they feel.
I live in an area that’s full of all sorts of people, families, elderly, hippies, Goths, trendies... This is one of the reasons why I love where I live, everyone is different, and people can’t easily be boxed.
I feel sad and miffed when some members of my husband’s family come over and declare it to be a bad, dirty area.
Don’t they feel the freedom I feel? Why don't they take the chance to talk to different people? Don’t they see how friendly people are, their pain, their humour? No, they look at the aesthetics and form a judgement. It makes me sad.
A beautiful piece, Joanne. I was touched by Leon's 'beauty,' we must all go one day, but as you say, if only we could suspend our judgements until we do... that in itself can be a life long task and I think we are all probably guilty of firing one off, here and there.
I think it was in the winter of 1996, Sydney experienced some vicious storms that kicked up the waves at the beaches.
Well I got up in the morning and headed down to Coogee beach to take photos. There was no sand, the water was coming right up to the end of the beach. It was a magnificent sight.
I walked around to the pools and there was one elderly man in his speedo's doing laps. The ocean waves were coming up into the pool but it didn't phase him.
It was freezing. I was wearing about 700 layers and the wind still cut right through me.
I managed to take one photo of him walking along with the beach waves coming right up.
I didn't talk to him, but I'd like to imagine what kind of life he lead.....and none of it was bad.
Hunt Famous
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Fat Cult
Techbreak
I often wonder why somone who could write such inspiring poetry drank himself to death.
Movies and Life
I live in an area that’s full of all sorts of people, families, elderly, hippies, Goths, trendies... This is one of the reasons why I love where I live, everyone is different, and people can’t easily be boxed.
I feel sad and miffed when some members of my husband’s family come over and declare it to be a bad, dirty area.
Don’t they feel the freedom I feel? Why don't they take the chance to talk to different people? Don’t they see how friendly people are, their pain, their humour? No, they look at the aesthetics and form a judgement. It makes me sad.
I love meeting Leons of our world.
Tracy
From The Home Front
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Esoteric Bookshop
I hope Leon graces your path for a while yet.
Lilla ...
Flick Wit
Keep swimming, and keep smiling, Leon...
Great piece.
Michaelie
The Florida Keys and Everglades
The Black Sheep Chronicles
What constitutes bad manners?
The male mystique
Debate Fan
L.A.M.P.
What an eloquent piece--
Flashes of memories
Leon sounds like an amazing soul - how great that your paths have crossed.
It was a pleasure to read this.
Mum's Word
I think it was in the winter of 1996, Sydney experienced some vicious storms that kicked up the waves at the beaches.
Well I got up in the morning and headed down to Coogee beach to take photos. There was no sand, the water was coming right up to the end of the beach. It was a magnificent sight.
I walked around to the pools and there was one elderly man in his speedo's doing laps. The ocean waves were coming up into the pool but it didn't phase him.
It was freezing. I was wearing about 700 layers and the wind still cut right through me.
I managed to take one photo of him walking along with the beach waves coming right up.
I didn't talk to him, but I'd like to imagine what kind of life he lead.....and none of it was bad.
Rage Leon indeed.
Love & stuff
Mrs M