The past week or so has been so full of wonderful, remarkable things that are so blog worthy that most, including myself, may not understand why I haven't written about them yet.
But when something is so perfect, so like a beautiful dream, you don't really want to talk about it for fear of butchering it by putting it in words, writing it down. Like a delicate spider's web, or a beautifully embellished dessert with creams and petals and syrups all woven into each other, you almost don't want to touch it. It's better to leave it locked away where words can't bring it down to earth.
I will, however, touch on some highlights, simply because I feel like I haven't been using words enough in this blog lately. There's only so much photos can spell out, after all.
I was on my way to the Getty last Thursday. There's a bus stop in downtown (if you can call it that) Westwood that takes me right there, so I set out for it from my house. I turned the corner just as the bus was pulling away, so I decided to cross the street and grab a
I walked by the door and there was a homeless man holding a sign. He tipped his hat and said 'good morning'. He didn't ask me for money, he just made himself noticed with a smile and a greeting. He seemed quite content.
I walked in, bought my drink, sat on one of the barstools and watched him through the window, tipping his hat at everyone like a strange, lanky, very tall nodding bird. Something about him was endearing.
I riffled through my wallet and found a few ones. I dropped them in his box as I left. He grinned toothily and wished me 'a blessed day'.
I crossed the street and sat at the stop. A little old lady sat down next to me and asked me if I wanted a transfer. She'd thought she had lost one and had found the other in her purse.
As I hopped on the bus, putting the bus fare I'd had ready in my pocket back into my wallet, I smiled.
Today, I went to Venice Beach by myself to grab some incense. I'd been spending the past few days inside, nose buried in books, so I thought it would be good to go out on a little adventure. I hopped on the Big Blue that headed straight to Venice and got off on Rose Ave. I browsed the shops for a little, and picked up some empanadas from my favorite empanada place.
I was headed towards the booth where I usually stock up on incense when one of the innumerable starving artists selling his cd's stopped me. He asked me if I would buy a cd. I said I had five dollars, but I was on a budget, so I'd give him three.
"Are you a Capricorn? You talk like a Capricorn."
I laughed and showed him my tattoo. "Yeah, I am."
"I knew because you used the word 'budget'. See, until I moved out here I never believed much in this astrology stuff. Then I met will.i.am, you know, from the Black Eyed Peas? I'm tight with him. He said, very seriously, the first time we met--'What's your sign?' I said Capricorn he said 'Ooooh, boy. I dunno if I can work with you.' I was like what the hell? He ended up liking me 'cause I was crackin' jokes all the time. We tight now. I call him Mr. Pisces. But you see what I'm sayin, everyone in this crazy town believes in that stuff. Guess y'all need something to believe in."
The walk back down the beach was wonderful. It was the summer-time-weekday kind of crowded, and I was dodging babies and surf camp kids alike. One little boy stared intently into the ocean, not even flinching as I passed in front of him, as though he could stare it into submission. The clams' feet slapped like silly toungues on the sand, grasping for purchase. All the way, I listened to Owl City. Something about it was calming, yet uplifting, and I smiled as the foam played around my toes.
So those are two windows into my last week's experiences. Of course there was more than that, but I think I'll leave part of the magical web untouched.
I will, however, say this.
"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
Some of the best things in life are unexpected, my friends. :)
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