Soon we start over…

There’s one of those ‘inspirational’ pictures that does the rounds on Facebook and Pinterest that goes something like: “If he wants to call, he’ll call. If they want to be part of your life they’ll show you.”

And I think about that often especially since I live abroad. And I know that I am very lucky. I’m so lucky because my heart misses people in far-flung places and by some miracle they miss me too and we have weird and wonderful conversations about what we’ll do when we’re next together. We update each other on the big things and small things, on the things we’ve seen that remind us of each other and the things we experience that make us wish we were standing together. I love our ridiculous plans and the fact that our conversations span time zones and broken wifi connections. I love how we can pick up after a week or a month like it’s been no time at all.

If you are one of those people then thank you so much for brightening my life in 2014. My world is richer with you in it and I am grateful every day for your presence. If you are not one of those people then we have a choice. You can jump on this bandwagon and join this tribe of wonderful people and actually BE part of my life.

Or we can face facts and sever all ties because life is too short for connections that don’t function as they should, especially in this digital age.

2015 is upon us, so lets start as we mean to go on. Happy New Year people. Let’s do something awesome, shall we?

 

Just Be Awesome

 

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I Leave This At Your Ear For When You Wake

you can dial answer phone
and hear the hiss and pop of distance
the miles crackling down the line
sounds come disconnected in layers
know I am cross legged on the cold tile floor
my head resting on the structure behind
a safety net of immovable concrete.
Know my fingernail scratches the peeling paintwork
exposing to the air the small grooves and hollows
where miniscule insects play out their days
living and dying
know I am smiling as I leave a message of silence
perhaps a minute long, no more
picturing you sleepy headed listening to my day ending
as yours is beginning,
grimacing at the price in pounds
cursing the tariff that doesn’t fit with our tradition.

© Aisling Doherty