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‘They seek him here. They seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in Heaven? Or is he in Hell? That damned, elusive, pimpernel.’
this year, as usual, i shall mostly be losing myself into the mystic

solstice yawning… woken at 5:00 by a bird singing, both stridently and lost, outside the front window.
stupid bird. beautiful bird. notes flung up, an offering to the wind howl… ‘blackbird singing in the dead of night’
half heartedly meditated, looked to the buddha statue, just a brood, a bulk, darkness and exhaustion amongst the shadow… but, yes, always there
went out to snap the dawn. gung ho optimism, mingles with a love of murk and drizzle. not far. not daft… these pics, the best i can conjure… extraordinarily impossible to photograph luminous gloom. look east
rightey ho… joys of a hot shower, head down, dull, forget everything, yet pleasant enough, work
seed of light born in the depth of darkness… the promise that days of ease, the light, will return, yes!… ha, gritted teeth, better than bated breath
go easy on yourself. solstice blessings one and all x

a good year for indie chanteuse covers of Radiohead… the bends, such a glorious, sorrow stuffed album, great to hear new(ish) artists exploring its charm

look to the south west, out over the sea at sunset… or turn the gentle fuzz focus of your mind to it, as all is fog in these thar parts… an auspicious time x

early christmas pressie, i have splurged on a new shower cap… pig in blanket, pink with aplomb
pink is one of my favourite colours… along with green! purple! orange!
one of the heart chakra colours, i do love to wear it, yet it is hard to look good in… i had to use a bilge wash filter on this snap… fashion tips from a decrepit hippy heart throb?
back when i was renting and boogie boards deckchairs in ocean city, i spent every day snoozing on the beach, under an umbrella wearing a pink hawaian star shell smock…
miss that top! an astonishing sense of accomplishment, just from putting it on

aaaw the 80’s, such a duff decade x

comments:

flaps: The pink wings are a nice touch too x

me: angel delight?

from jenny: All you need is a smile!

me: Ha! Your right of course… A study in glumness. Trouble is that I’m so blessed with wrinkle-age that when I smile my eyes disappear. Eyes or smile! what a choice? Hope your well and groovy, missed the happy festie massive last summer xx

shapeshifter, changeling child… rainment summons essence and spirit?
no other creature wears the skin of the animals its killed for food… mammoth, auroch… vast tundra sweeping herds of Reindeer
on december afternoons impossible not to ponder the ancestors… hairless ape, far from africa, a mighty long way from home
following the rich pickings of the herds, ever northwards, across the land bridge, to this, the gloomiest, dampest corner of north west europe… ha, no going back now
gleaning, the rending of flesh from skin, curing, tanning…. then bone needles, gut for thread… to stitch a surrogate second skin
viscera
what a mucky business, hide swaddled, grease smeared, lousy with nits, beneath a dripping canopy, huddled close to the warmth of a dung fire… winter gruel
surviving on what, yes, some strength of arm, but mostly guile, fire and stories?
yep, that, a few berries, some fungii.. and a huge dollop of love for each other… you’d hope
brown, dowd of the season, yet sometimes, at sunset, a colour almost swollen with luminescence
down on the beach, i snivel gratefully: thankFuckForHouses, yep, THANKfuckforHouses!

not been working much this week, so a higher than usual quota of aimless pondering!

comment (from hannahw):

Nice hat, on the mundane level, where’d you get it

me: Kathmanduuu! hurrah thought nobody would ask… all these long winded words, just a peg to hang my hat on, as it were… an excuse for sartorial elegance xx

wool from a rare pink flamingo yeti… they hang around standing on one leg on the peaks of the Annapurna range

had this one 10 years, seem to have mislaid my more yellow-esque one somewhere? keep thinking i must go back to Nepal get another one… far more fascinating than a jaunt down kensington gardens!

mum knitted the scarf

mink! i saw a wild critter on the banks of the River Mole whilst up at mums yesterday
my mind divided into one of those curious schisms… one thread was in awe of this astonishing, curious, beautiful, genius creature!
whilst under my breath i started singing ‘psycho kiler quest que ce? ba ba ba ba ba ba’
minks are one of the weasel-oids (not a technical term!) yet sadly not british natives
this one had a glossy glorious sable coat, and was across on the island about 20 yards away, out playing in the daylight … you’d seldom see an otter at this hour, distinctly nocturnal
half tail, it did that bounding lope, where the body arches through the air and the tail sine wave follows through… nessie serpentine?
it reminded me most of the black malabar squirrel i was fortunate enough to see in munnar back at the beginning of the year
anyway it scrabbled down to the river, eased itself in, sleek swam down stream, then wriggled back up through a nest of branches, looked around, then launched itself into the water again.
A Riparian delight… a changeling soul, at ease both on land and in the stream… just beautiful
Of course a complete disaster for the humble water vole!
a quick google shows that mink were first bought here for fur farming back in the 20’s (thankfully banned in 2000!) think Dame Edith Sitwell in furs cigarette holder clenched betwixt teeth
they escaped and have been wild since 1960… most introduced species, however well meaning the intentions, end up being an unmitigated disaster! systems that have evolved into hard fought balance, thrown completely out of kilter by any interloper!
anyway heres a pic of a tree at sunset from the same amble… possibly the only post you’ll view this week that references, weasels, edith sitwell and talking heads? but mbe not

Tetris Falls, UK, 2020… PROOF, as if any were needed, the MATRIX is CRUMBLING!
Doom encroaches… ignore the doofus in the foreground, rather observe the peculiar, suspiciously regular shaped rocks behind!
the universe is pixellated… if you dare to venture to the margins…
and seaford is WAY beyond any responsible boundary… the orthodontal decay is indisputable… ibid ‘Hancock, Sheldrake, McKenna 2012’
bafflement and confusion!… quite literally, the best way to soothe the power of any wave is to break it up, get it to reflect then interfere with itself
as true for eggshell box sound insulation, as for concrete coastal defence against erosion
i’ve always loved these geometric sea bollards… they make me think of the now retro futurism of the 60’s, the 70’s…
on a family holiday, we drove the long swoop of the grand corniche to monte carlo…
and these bits of lego were everywhere… barbican barbarella bar bar ram

morphicically resonating aside, i’m currently enjoying one of the younger sheldrakes mushroom audio books

*footnote… of waffle interest only to me… ibid… latin ‘of the same source’… obviously used incorrectly above, as there’s only one bibliographic reference…
but have always yearned to type ‘ibid’, just so i can feel the frisson of momentarily belonging to the world of fusty academia.
the word always makes me think of thoth… misconstruing it as ibis… and the moon god thoth is of course sacred to scribes