Little moments add up to make big differences. Little differences cause different moments. Walking around after doing some shopping, that thought played in my head. Time often feels monotonous. I often feel like I’m not that unique. But there’s often so much more to each little moment and to each little personal difference when you consider its intricacies beyond the instance. It’s these little intricacies that change you and change the environment’s reaction to you. I was shopping at Poundland…where everything is 1 pound…and this older woman walked up to me whilst I was browsing. She stopped me and asked, “Can you get something off the top shelf for me please? I can’t reach it.” I agreed and she pointed to what she wanted. I took it down for her and handed it to her. She said thanks, and we parted ways. I guess it’s a bit weird, but that instance led me to wondering about my height… how different would my life be if I were shorter? Would different people have spoken to me? Would I have had a large enough collection of different little moments so that I’d be a noticeably different person in my outlook today? How many different questions would I have been asked? How many different people might I have met? How many different lives might I have been a part of… cameos, mentions, smiles? The thought ended though, because I don’t know where I can go with it. I only know what it’s like being as I am. I can only see the result of being as I was; and even knowing what it’s like being as I am, I’m not fully aware of how being as I am shaped me in different ways to someone else. Still though, I can imagine. It’s interesting to wonder, and it’s beautiful to appreciate the difference a difference might make.

I’m back in Cambridge for my PhD. I figure that I’ll continue telling stories here about little experiences I’ve had. This is one of them. Today, whilst walking back home, I spotted this girl drawing. It made me smile seeing her… she reminded me of myself. I walked past her, and peeked at her sketch book whilst doing so. Something inside me said, “Go tell her ‘Hi!'”… but something else inside me said “Don’t tell her ‘Hi’!’, because that will be weird.” The ‘say Hi’ voice in my head won out, and I turned around and walked back to her. I said ‘Hi!’, and she smiled and said ‘Hi!’. I told her that I noticed her drawing and that I’m an artist too…. but that I tend to take pictures and then draw at home. I told her how wonderful it was to see her out there doing the drawings live. She said that she was a bit nervous doing it, and that she wasn’t accustomed to it, but that it’s been going well. We spoke a little bit more, and then I said “Have a good day Elphie!” I paused a bit and then asked, “Elphie is your name right?”. A surprised look had crept across her face and she replied ‘Yes! it is. I was wondering how you knew my name.” We then smiled a bit as she looked across at a name tag she was wearing that also had a little drawing on it. I said, “Yeah, I saw the name tag” We both laughed, and she wished me a good day as well.

Dionne​ and Marc​ got married over the weekend. Congrats!! ^_^ I did this piece for her wedding. Dionne’s such a wonderful person and I really wish her all the best moving forward in this new stage of her life. 🙂

Just 2 of the many pictures I took at the Emancipation Day celebrations this year. ^_^

Just gave Brownie a shower, went to the back of the house and picked a ten pound mango whilst she ran around shaking herself off. Went inside and peeled le mango and came back out to give her the seed. She loves to eat mango!! Tried to get a pic of us with her eating ^_^
Bess Caribbean pothound eatin bess Caribbean mango with bess Caribbean girl! >_<

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