Rich P: It’s like you’ve photoshopped your face onto Finn!
ha! yeah, poor fellow… and sometimes Sherbailey looks the spit of pam… many days i see my dads looking out the mirror back at me, beautiful the way resemblance ricochets down the generations, always with a slight twist, i’ve got mums eyes, whilst Finns are a sea green x
Ant: you have eyes?
careful or i’ll write you a birthday poem… folk are always commenting on how soulful my beautiful orbs are… years of wrinkle squinting have not diminished either their wisdom or power… yeah yeah yeah x
lol: This lovely looks SO fun!
‘oh i do like to be beside the seaside’, we’re so blessed to live here, come over and play, kayak splosh fun! x
the lap and patter babble of ocean nuzzling against pebbles, sweet sea soothe… like many folk i have got in the habit of an early morning dunk in the deep blue sea today i also dawdled over my morning pages, headphones on, listening to sacred heart chakra gong noodling… i was tempted by the absurdity of playing a sea music relaxation meditation, but wisely resisted! the ever varied sound songs of the ocean, beautiful, ancient… ooh or mbe the hubbub of human voices around the fire beneath a starry night sky, delish the harmonies of community in many different tones and registers… indeed the first noises we would be aware of in the womb, human voices muffled by flesh and amniotic fluid, words shorn of meaning, communication bourne up through rhythmn and a bassier tone? i think i read somewhere that humans can only develop and grow through the stimulus of the voice? possibly i’m making that up, what do i know, but it certainly feels true aww back from the bubble of buddhafield bliss, an urge to write about that… but not today! i have already dilly then dallied quite enuff! x
Fran: I would definitely read an entire book of your words if you wrote one, Basgallop… Food for thought? 😘
aw thank you love, an entire book?! are you sure! imagine the shimmering convolution, the heroic brain mangling involved for all and sundry… mbe a brief pamphlet? else a motto embroidered on a kneckerchief? laters alligator! xx
paddle bagpuss around the pier! snaps from out on the water yesterday, a sun and sea soaked adventure…. i was roped in as rodent power, creative kudos to may and marie for their hand stitched extravaganza! a few mad late nights of endeavour… homage to peter firmin the bloke what created bagpuss who died earlier this year… fun in da sun! adding one more characterful crease to my visage…
eat more flowers! be a lotus eater… well thats been this years motto… yet another summertime experiment… honeysuckle iced tea with a sprig of garden mint the taste is kind of watermelon-esque, with a bouquet of pumpkin, well at least to my hayfever addled probiscus most of the fun is gathering the blossoms, an abundance up castle hill, thanks to sarah for pointing them out appartently honeysuckle (woodbine!) flowers contain salicylic acid… aspirin! so good for all sorts of fever and footie induced hangovers oh and probably for love charms too… i should coco
Steven: Looks like you’re naked Richard 🙂 Are you prepping for Buddhafield
aw, as well you know, to preserve its magical properties, honeysuckle must always be plucked whilst naked and cavorting in the dawn dew… you coming to the field this year? xx
chili! been growing plants from seed this year, first time, they really are lovely and astonishing critters!… sherbailey gave me a Red Thai Dragon last summer, the spiciest thing possible! the madre has burgeoned into a monster and is flowering nicely… which is a suprise as i just presumed they were annuals, like toms, and she would keel over somewhere midst the dank british winter i saved a few seeds, not really expecting them to germinate, then lo and behold, through the miracle of sunshine water and soil they are doing just smashing garb is a homage to McEnroe circa 1980’s Vimbleydon, heatwave fire… tho as it often is with on here, bored with programming and seeking attention x
