Sunday, September 18, 2011

Hamitlon Island - thoughts

People have to swim quietly here, this is not a place for kidding around or chiacking, indeed, the inner child is so suppressed we swim like ballerinas en point, delicately, with precision, and as little rippling as possible.
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It’s a wonderful thing to be worn out from usefulness.
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The thing about Rockhampton is, that it taught me resilience and initiative.
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I am sharing the pool with men. Men who's thighs have grown soft and flabby like a woman. From too much work. Desk work, mind work. Not physical work. A man who works hard physically, say as a road repairer or gardener, has thighs like tree trunks, strong, thick and made of iron, if that were possible of human flesh.
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My thoughts barely have time to form before they disappear like fog, leaving only the memory of confusion.

3 comments:

Neilius said...

Cyclists have tree trunk legs :)

It's unfortunate the resort culture suppressed your inner child - being child-like is what we need in order to have a good rest, I think.

Beecham Motors said...

Yes, the 12yo in me had to shut up the whole time! Couln't even squeel with delight at the unexpected fresh temperature, lol. *sighs (It was a swimming pool for over 18yo. No Marco Polo, which was a GOOD thing.

Anonymous said...

Hi Patty,
Love your writing ... heart warming, effortless laid back style.
Hope to hear more about your new writing projects. Karen :0