—Let Me Love You (Andy Daniell Edit)
—One of my favorite parts of learning a new language is discovering its idioms. I have been taking Zulu (isiZulu) for over a month now. My professor is actually Xhosa, not Zulu, but he speaks several languages and is brilliant. In our one-on-one lessons, we drift off topic a lot, discussing food, family traditions, and the peculiarities of language. I asked him to share some unique expressions, and he shared this one. It literally translates to “old eyes” in English, but it means “I haven’t seen you in so long” and has the sentiment of “I’ve missed you”…
I’ve had several people remind me this week that “black don’t crack.”
None of them were black.
Sometimes on Sundays,
I feed my soul before my stomach.
I partake in the chance to walk slowly on purpose
and fill up on smiles from strangers.
I sample treats being sold from sidewalks and windows,
and taste the daily bread as I pass the church walls.
I wander into museums where eyes feast on sumptuous spreads,
and take the long way home to digest all the flavors.
Insatiable city-dwellers are known for seeking seconds,
but today, I come to the table with my soul already full.
People tend to think
that surviving heartbreak
is learning to unlove,
trusting time to wash excess feeling.
But those who wait
what’s true does not dwindle.
In a world where so many
selves chief among them,
moving on is managing surplus,
redirecting it to worthy investments.
- amelia simone
Color is the closest I’ve come to infinity.
As a kid, I often wondered if there were endless colors. I can remember being somewhat concerned about whether we’d use them all up one day. Like many children, I relished opportunities to use the crayola 64 pack. I distinctly recall the rare instances of getting a fresh box, either because it was the beginning of a new school year or the old ones had all been worn to nubs. One reason I remember these moments so vividly is because a new box would occasionally include a new color, or at least one I’d never encountered.
My mind couldn’t quite fathom this. A new color?!! Where did cerise come from? Was cerulean conceived in the human mind? Did citrine appear in a dream? Did someone happen to come across a shade in nature that no one had ever noticed and attempt to mimic it?
Even now, as an adult, I stand at the polish rack in the nail salon for unreasonably long periods of time, marveling at the constantly refreshed array of pigments. I browse every shelf and turn over countless bottles, amusing myself with the names people have come up with for each unique hue.
I was very skeptical in elementary school when the idea of boundless entities was introduced. I felt duped. We had been given strict confines within which to think, starting from 0 when counting, for example, before the remainder of the number line, extending indefinitely in either direction, was abruptly unveiled.
Color is the one of the only ways I’ve been able to grasp and trust this notion of infinite possibility. No matter how much time goes by, we never run out of colors. It’s the closest I’ve come to the absence of limits…and one of the ways I’ve built the faith to push myself beyond them.
- amelia simone
When you remember
for the first time,
dormant moments rise
with such intensity
that you wonder
if they’re memories
or daydreams resurfacing
as déjà vu.
That’s when you know
you’ve lived enough
for past lives.
- amelia simone
There are stretches of #hwy1 where ocean, sky, and earth blend, blurring the line between nature, man, and the cosmos. Reflecting from this viewpoint was a great way to start 2014. We both set out for adventure and fun on this 7 day roadtrip down the #California coast, but also to learn something about ourselves and the world. A few lessons from the road and all the people and experiences we encountered while traveling it: 1. Have a vision, a plan, and a map, but leave room for #serendipity. 2. Life has lots of #vistapoints. There’s a fine balance between stopping to see the sites and focusing on the final destination. 3. Sometimes, the #journey is the destination.