Last night we gathered at a chapel that looks over the city, I walked in to a room with fairy lights strung, a two metre (or thereabouts) German flag hanging on a wall, red, yellow and black scattered anywhere possible, whether it be in handcrafted bunting or balloons, she made sure we knew it was German themed. I came with brandings / selfies of Annette all over me-on my makeshift liederhosen, around my hat, and fashioned on my wrist, all thinking it was just a humorous stunt. But really guys, I really love this human, and no one will know how important she is to me, and I want to let her know everyday (is this how people speak about their husbands / wives, I don't know?). LEWL. Anyway, it was a really lovely night, lots of food was to be had, and past memories to be spoken about with each other and a beautiful way to say goodbye to the important folk who touched her life.
I didn't leave until about ten to midnight, and drove home alone to Rejoicing in the Hands by Devendra Banhart. I don't think I could have picked a better or more appropriate album. Here are the lyrics for the title track--
In the dark we are without her empress light
In the dark we are without a light
Half asleep we're calmly waiting through her night
Half asleep we wait 'til she arrives
Clouds of birds are covering her dark blue sky
Clouds of birds are covering her sky
A rush of wind is gently playing with their wings
And yellow stones are standing on her eyes
All rejoices are, we're when in her hands
It's all rejoice we are in her hands
Owl eyes, her sun will rise and light the land
All rejoice we are in her hands
Yeah. I know.
Today I was lucky enough to spend it with just Annette and her family at one of our favourite and most cherished places in the world-Bronte beach. I arrived there before they did, saved us a table and then went and submerged myself in the water quickly so I could construct our salad.
I think one of the most incredible feelings that I realised for the first time when Annette and I swam in a waterhole on our Blue Mountains camping trip, as you slowly bring your body closer and closer to being all the way under the water, there's this crazy apprehension that fills all of you. It tingles and shakes through all your limbs and all the way to your fingers and toes. Your brain feels at times like it is trying to drive your body away from the cold, away from this motion of moving in water that I guess is pretty irregular for the human bean. You take a plunge anyway. That same apprehension is almost paralytic with happiness as your neural pathways give each other a secret and silent fist bump for taking said plunge. You emerge from the water, I often (always) have accidentally taken in some of the ocean water because a)it's saltiness is beyond belief perfect and b)I have started to smile under water and it seeps in through the gaps of my teeth.
Being able to experience this with my best friend and her family was awesome today. We went in the ocean ocean as well, not just our rock pool where we don't have to think about surviving the current, we float and enjoy and do some synchronised swimming to the Enya we are synchronically listening to in our heads. The waves were fun. I got destroyed on my way back to the shore and despite a high pressure shower during which I sat on the ground (I don't do that enough, it's really fun), I'm still shaking sand from my scalp.
I had another drive home alone from the beach. I really enjoy that. I program my iPod specifically for what I had just done throughout the day and what I want to think about (as well as driving). It's like an algorithm to me that I live for. As well as thinking about the past things I want my ears to pick up on, I also need to think about what I want to do once I get home or wherever else it is that I would be going, and what I listen to will impact that as well. So it's like, a double algorithm, from both sides. It's a dream.
It's been a big couple of days, I'm beat and I'm going to sleep now.
Next to a 1.25L bottle of cola...
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