Secrets, Tunes & Sunday Blooms

I am so fascinated by secrets. Up until a few years ago, when I had plenty more time to spare, I used play a little game to entertain myself while leisurely drinking my coffee in some corner café. I loved observing people, trying to imagine what dark secrets they might be hiding. Nowadays, due to lack of time, I check out PostSecrets every Sunday to feed my passsion for secrets. I have to admit some of them are quite creepy.

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I am certainly not the best person to share a secret with. As soon as someone tells me some story and adds that line at the end "but it's a secret" I feel like screaming. That is precisely the wrong thing to say to someone like me, because it triggers a not-so-nice side of me that now just wants to share the damn secret with the whole world. If you want it to be secret then don't mention the "s" word. That's the only way to guarantee that your secret will be kept safe with me.

I wish I had a secret side just to add a "je ne sai quois" to my life, spicing it up with a touch of mystery. But no! I'm just plain boring because my life is an open book. You'll find everything there is to know about me in the first 5 minutes we meet, you'll probably get my life story, my infertility history and I will most certainly bore you with my tales of motherhood. However, today I do have a secret. And because I'll burst if I don't share it with someone, here it goes. My internet connection wasn't working this morning and I completely freaked out. (I immediately realised it was because I'd forgotten to pay my phone bill) So, I talked my guys into a trip to the mall. There I sent them to the arcade and went rushing to the FNAC, where I purchased a mobile ADSL USB stick (is that what they're called?), hid it in my purse and went rushing back to the guys, quite nonchalantly, hoping they hadn't picked up on anything. So there you go, that's probabaly the only secret in my life right now.

Leonard Cohen springs to mind when I think about secrets. "In My Secret Life" is without a doubt one of my all time favourite tunes. I get this funny feeling inside everytime I hear it and goosebumps all over. I just can't explain the reaction it provokes in me. I really wanted to post the original video, but embedding wasn't enabled. But follow this link to see it.

Repeatedly in Cohen's writings we find metaphors of a soldier fighting against the rival force. I think that's one of the features that draws me to him...the battle, the struggle, the fight!

Hold on, hold on, my brother
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I'll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

And to finish off these Sunday musings, we were blessed with glorious spring weather this weekend. I spent the afternoon slaving away in my garden, while listening to Mr LC, and mowing the lawn. Every inch of my body is aching and I'll certainly need a long soak in a bubbly bath tonight. I leave you with some blooms from my garden and wish you a wonderful week.