Dance like no one knows you
I was back in Tasmania over the weekend, and not just to the places I usually go. I went back to one of the towns I lived in as a teenager. I had mixed feelings about going back, but as it turns out, it was OK. I survived. I may have even learnt a thing or two about myself.
The thing is old haunts like this, places that you all but turn your back on in a bid to forget, leave behind, move on – these places don’t leave you. Even when you try. Perhaps especially because you try.
As I sat at an airport for hours and hours waiting for my flight I had the luxury of time to reflect and mull over the days. What I realised is that while this place shaped me, it doesn’t have to. That friends will be friends no matter the distance and time. That tears come when you least expect them. That holding the hand of a friend brings you home and that if you only know three people at a wedding you can dance badly for hours just for the sheer joy of it and breathe baby breathe.
To my Darling Mrs Miller, thank you for holding my hand, I needed it more than you knew.
To my Always Best Pam, love, just that. Pure, simple, easy.
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friends that are always there regardless of time and distance are the best type. friends that will hold your hand when you need your hand held and will do without having to be asked are even better.
true friends, that fill your heart with love and your life with just pure goodness – well they are so very hard to find, so you make sure you hold onto yours sweet lady.
and as for dancing, one day, one day.
~x~
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 9:39 am
One day you must. It is so, so liberating to dance like that! x
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I love that image…is it you?
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 9:38 am
Yes Lucy, it’s me and the bride x
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these places don’t leave you do they…they will always be a part of you.
yay for dancing it always, always makes me feel better….im sure it wasnt badly
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 2:16 pm
They really don’t leave you, and as I’ve learnt that’s OK
As for dancing… well, good or dab it sure feels good. xxx
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Thank you my beautiful friend! Having you there meant the world…it made an amazing day brilliant! XxxX
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 3:06 pm
xxx
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I’m so glad your trip was insightful – and danceful!!
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 11:51 pm
Dance always makes me feel better.
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Beautiful. You were strong and fun and loving as always. Easy. Pure. Love xxx
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Naomi Reply:
November 9th, 2011 at 11:52 pm
Back at you x
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Gorgeous photo. And I think there’s something about small Tassie towns in general – having grown up in one!
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Naomi Reply:
November 11th, 2011 at 4:46 pm
I grew up in a few small Tassie towns! They do get under your skin
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