Thank you for this. There are so many random things that go on in my head, but I usually forget them within minutes! You manage to make me the musings so poetic and ‘human’. I love your writing, Julie xx
Yeah, I live in a small town too ... (grew up and lived in inner city Melb until I was 50). As i walked home Saturday night after dinner with friends, i picked up a gorgeous bunch of coriander from a box a local had left out ... and subsequently made a curry paste with it ... prawn curry in this instance. nevertheless, the connection with your fellow country dweller so resonated ... and how you related that to possible assumptions made about yourself ... and the acceptance of each other ... beautiful. Thank you ... think I might be outed as a witch as well ... jus a scratch on the surface 🤣
Agreed! First time I read her explanation of archetypes and take on old fairy tales, I cried- it was like being let in on secrets I already knew but had forgotten. I admire your honesty- thank you for sharing these fascinating and even somehow healing stories- they so resonate with me! 🙏🏼🙏🏼✨✨
It’s okay- dark bitches run with the wolves- have you read it(women who run with the wolves)? Gutsy and real can be called dark I suppose- great writing!
"Some of us look ‘normal’ but others, like this man, wear their issues externally like a badge. And I’m not sure which is worse. To wear your badge of crazy on the outside as he does, or to invert it and have it stab repeatedly upon your own soul."
Sometimes all that really separates us is skin, isn't it? I spend a lot of time on the street with the off-putting. I think they wear their crazy as self protection. I love these little encounters. You took us there with you. Glad he didn't say...coriander tastes like soap. ;)
Thank you. I enjoy a little bus stop encounter, people watching. It’s what makes life interesting it? The exchanges. I do enjoy them. I also wrote about this particular person here, he is a ‘bus stop regular’
That was so funny 😆, and thoughtful as well. We used to have a similar ‘bus stop guy’ years ago who was just as unusual and never minced his words….until one day he wasn’t there. Nobody knew what happened to him 😒. We had a teacher who taught maths, and was very handy with a ruler as well. Her name Mrs Love, never matched her character 😧.
Very true. We also had an English teacher named Mrs Steel, she was the complete opposite. Nice and friendly with a ‘nothing’s too much for my girls’ attitude 😊.
Yes l don't have a car and a bus is not private.l don't really want to speak to anyone but then l do be civil. .Yes it's a good story Julie, life is a one long story, full of have toos have to go shop, cook.Yes the scenery is never mundane.....
Lovely, really lovely!
Glad it spoke to you
Thank you for this. There are so many random things that go on in my head, but I usually forget them within minutes! You manage to make me the musings so poetic and ‘human’. I love your writing, Julie xx
Felt a bit long for Facebook this one. I’m glad I have this place to put down my thoughts. Thanks for reading, lovely x
And just like that I was transported to that bus stop as an onlooker. Your words make me think.
Good. That’s what I like to have people do, either think, laugh or feel x
This is so relatable it quite took my breath away. Brilliant.
The last time i wrote about him was my post ‘Love and Garlic’ which I remember you also liked. Glad you took from something from this too. :)
Yes, I remembered him from your other piece 💛
I really enjoyed reading this. Lots to relate to 😊. Thanks for sharing the day-to-day 🙏🏼
The mundane can bring all sorts to the surface can’t it?
Thank you
Yeah, I live in a small town too ... (grew up and lived in inner city Melb until I was 50). As i walked home Saturday night after dinner with friends, i picked up a gorgeous bunch of coriander from a box a local had left out ... and subsequently made a curry paste with it ... prawn curry in this instance. nevertheless, the connection with your fellow country dweller so resonated ... and how you related that to possible assumptions made about yourself ... and the acceptance of each other ... beautiful. Thank you ... think I might be outed as a witch as well ... jus a scratch on the surface 🤣
I don’t know what possessed me to hold a bunch of herbs under a man’s nose but he seemed to like it😂
😂😊🙃
What an exceptional writer and observer you are. This is so good. And true. ox
This was so good, Julie. I love these glimpses into your mind- you carry the reader effortlessly in the flow! 🫶🏼✨✨
Outing myself as such a dark bitch in the process 😂😂
Agreed! First time I read her explanation of archetypes and take on old fairy tales, I cried- it was like being let in on secrets I already knew but had forgotten. I admire your honesty- thank you for sharing these fascinating and even somehow healing stories- they so resonate with me! 🙏🏼🙏🏼✨✨
Yes I totally get that. I feel that too when I read her work. X
It’s okay- dark bitches run with the wolves- have you read it(women who run with the wolves)? Gutsy and real can be called dark I suppose- great writing!
I adore Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Read quite a few of her books actually. I love her audios because she has such a calming voice.
Best line I’ve seen on Substack: “I do pull off a good normal.” I’m still working on it myself.
Always a work in progress eh? :)
Beautiful, real, raw. Thank you for sharing.
Glad it connected with you. :)
Very local and very human.
Yes. I ldo enjoy my little bus stop encounters ❤️
So many great points here. The figure 8's!
"Some of us look ‘normal’ but others, like this man, wear their issues externally like a badge. And I’m not sure which is worse. To wear your badge of crazy on the outside as he does, or to invert it and have it stab repeatedly upon your own soul."
Sometimes all that really separates us is skin, isn't it? I spend a lot of time on the street with the off-putting. I think they wear their crazy as self protection. I love these little encounters. You took us there with you. Glad he didn't say...coriander tastes like soap. ;)
Thank you. I enjoy a little bus stop encounter, people watching. It’s what makes life interesting it? The exchanges. I do enjoy them. I also wrote about this particular person here, he is a ‘bus stop regular’
https://open.substack.com/pub/juliedee/p/love-and-garlic?r=1c4b56&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
Thank you! I was scrolling looking for that but kept stopping to read. Lol
You kept me all the way through. I kept wondering WTH will happen next? Ha! Great short adventure. Love it! Glimpse of life lasting!
Thank you, and not much did actually happen! Glad you appreciated. :)
Mmm, some cheeky coriander peeping out. Or is it parsley? Impossible for me to know the difference until sniffing or tasting.
Brilliant,great read. You sound like an empath Julie
Thank you. I try to read people. Whether I manage or not is debatable.
That was so funny 😆, and thoughtful as well. We used to have a similar ‘bus stop guy’ years ago who was just as unusual and never minced his words….until one day he wasn’t there. Nobody knew what happened to him 😒. We had a teacher who taught maths, and was very handy with a ruler as well. Her name Mrs Love, never matched her character 😧.
That’s some name to live up to though 😂
Very true. We also had an English teacher named Mrs Steel, she was the complete opposite. Nice and friendly with a ‘nothing’s too much for my girls’ attitude 😊.
We had a “Mrs Armbrister” who always introduced herself
“My name’s Mrs Armbrister, not arm bender not arm twister”
Bless😂😂
That’s an unusual name, so no wonder she had to introduce herself that way 😀. Many’s a time I suspect there were plenty of titters amongst pupils 😆.
Yes l don't have a car and a bus is not private.l don't really want to speak to anyone but then l do be civil. .Yes it's a good story Julie, life is a one long story, full of have toos have to go shop, cook.Yes the scenery is never mundane.....
Sometimes a little ramble about a bus stop allows your mind to wander and becomes a vehicle for other things (forgive the pun) :)