birthday

from 26th june (all these are old facebook posts!)

he he! mine was a childhood in the subdued hues of black and white, so as here, as always, i look mean, moody and magnificent! a subtle reinterpretation, regurgitation of clint eastwood?!
so far, spent morning strimming and a-sowing grass seed, encouraging the enemy(!) as the whole time spluttering with hayfever, but a majestic view out across the gorgeous, sparkling turquoise sea. tra la la
off to town now, for a dip? some table tennis? see Finn. low key, somewhere near meeting house cafe till 7ish if anyones passing… oh and prob a boogie later! hurrah x

a shameless ploy to encourage yet more birthday wishes, ya just can never have too many!… and of course! thank you so much for those so far. byeee lovelovelove xxx
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thank you so much for all the marvelous birthday wishes from yesterday! lovely!
…awoke today in a mooching ponderous mood, foggy outside, thinking that of course it is the force of love blazing marvelously through our lives which is of most import, yes,
that and the way we deal with the maelstorm of emotions surrounding this, the pain, the jealousy… hmm how does that half remembered larkin poem go?
BUT, but, but, it is also the slow soft accrual of kindness, that is so fundamental, the unlooked for gentleness, the support from simple gestures, it is these that buoy us up through the years of hope and regret..
hmm the stone drip drip of stalactites in a limestone cave, or, a coral reef, all that florid colour and vitality! and also the coral, hard won skeletal form slowly softly accumulated across the centuries
..fades away to the usual mumble mutter pitter patter. off to sherbaileys camp later! tents and kids. ha x

css

God i loathe css!!! 2 hours to layout a simple box, i despair.. i broke the omerta of silence to announce that.. its not even coding, just tediously jostling things around for compulsive neat freaks,
yes i know it helps to think of it as a bunch of helium filled balloons floating off to the ceiling (which make your voice sound squeaky)
but for me it is wrestling the leviathan, it won’t do what i want. stomps foot petulantly.
its that inheritance thing, all about what your grannys uncle twice removed is doing, its worse than Romeo and Juliet, its worse than an albanian blood feud!!!

dvla

grrr-ness and grimness of dvla!
for some reason they want to renew the photo on my licence
so i got this one done… but
your not allowed to smile! your not allowed to wear a hat!
yes – no smiling. no hats.
so officially everyone looks like a convict or even a cadaver
…its good to have govt departments to vent your spleen on
i’m rather impressed as to how lopsided my visage has become

bf 2012

awww buddhafield, bless!!! dumb struck stupefied, will take a fair old time to ponder and digest even a slither of what was there for me to learn… of course there was the mud, earth that oozed, that stodged and clagged, sticky with struggle… quagmire… that and the continual palaver, the fiasco of welly politics…
but more, much more, myriad spirit that stirred then swooped
i remember.. what… of being in small world as the the band played a whirling dervish gypsy stomp… hoopla doomp.. hoopla doomp.. there, coming across marsha, sitting serenely on the floor guarding an egg!! inevitably there was a story, she had to take it to her uncle who lived amongst the trees in the forest of dean? i sat quietly besides her, she broke her lump of clay in half and passed some over ‘here, something for you to squidge’ ‘thank you’
or of singing amazing grace beneath the deckchair Red and yellow stripes of the big top, funky and gorgeous as the sound swirled fast around us, voices that bind, that nourish, that cherish
of pushing cars out on the sunday… heave ho.. heave ho… ‘put the bleeding car in GEAR!!’, vroom splatter fleck shower of spray.. waaggghh…
or of coming to the end of a gorgeous ecstatic dance, my hands, my eyes, smoking with the glory aura of holy fire, i came across merleen, another lost child i had met at the gate, we hugged, pink and green, the billow and flow of the heart chakra, immense… much much more… but also of just goofing about up at the gate, or sitting in cafes happily nattering, laughing, scoffing lasagne…thank you … love all you guys, your amazing xxx

before buddhafield

Fire Clubs! check. Floppy Ermintrude Hat! check. FountainPensHayfeverRemedyGaloshersCopiousDuvetsToothpaste….. blah di blah … cuddly toy
tra la la! oh and never forgetting a warm smile and a brimful heart
my departure slightly delayed by painting an om in sherbaileys pink nail varnish on my wellies, so i won’t muddle them up… and watering the garden, precisely as it started to rain, ho hum!
heres to sun bathed dawdlesome days… see some of you in the field xxxxxx
oh and rather loving buddhas sunflower in this pic

Rose

another poem, this one written in Preston park yesterday, whilst waiting for a friend
haven’t really finished it yet… but thats often the way with poems written in Rose gardens
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Some day I shall live aloft, in a tree house, plonked in the heart of a Rose garden

At Night, to stir the swirl of perfume, pierced by the distant light from the mineral stars, else beguiled, engulfed by the charms of a lullabye moon

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At Dawn, to read the augury in the patterns of the flight of birds
as they weave and braid the sky

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At Midday, within the dappled shade, beneath the vaulted spreading arms of the tree
to set out the solemn heft of chess pieces, formal on the board,
to hold the crystal patterns in the mind
to nod at passers by, with eyes which no longer seek to question
yet with kindness, look to prompt an answer

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At violet Sunset, as the weight of light dwindles from the sky
I shall recline, head resting on one arm, like the golden buddha
then to roll aside from life, as though from a dream
so dense the stench, that as the world falls away in gossamer tatters,
I shall be borne aloft, by the succulence of their perfume
as though by the gentle plump pressing of ample hands

Tupelo Honey

awww such a beautiful song!!! everytime i hear it, i put it on 3 times in a row.. at least
an extravaganza, almost schmaltz, but! SMOOCH. it is as perfect in the early morning as last thing at night
for all the sadness, for all that we feel has been lost
well, it is good to be reminded of the force of love that is always, forever beside us in the world x