The soundtrack to this post is Rufus Wainwright, Hallelujah, from Shrek, of course
After 11 days stuck around the apartment with flu that had me sounding alternately like Darth Vader, or a pack-a-day smoker, I felt well enough yesterday to head back up through the streets of Little Italy to Jean-Talon market. I just love the curbside gardens, they’re gorgeous. I even sung aloud to my headphones on the way!
I mean, LOOK at that garlic!!
Had a great coffee, ok and a chocolate croissant. Got kale and kohlrabi and tahini and lemons and made an amazing salad. Bought berries and incredible hot smoked salmon and mackerel. I mean aren’t they the most adorable little squash in their baskets? All in all a sunny Sunday, something to celebrate with many smiles, flowers, bees and berries.
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah…
Author: Wendy's Out of Station
I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own.
The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings.
Please journey with me
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