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apple day! something extraordinarily bucolic about picking apples from a tree 12ft up on a sunny autumn morning… charm
…definition of primate! that, opposable thumbs, and our (well my!) eagerness to pose for photos
rest of the day was a cheerfully busy bedlam of juicing apples, gush abundance! glugging much of the juice… glitter galore
… then peg on nose, helping sift the recyclicng, crikey we’re mucky creatures
but mostly, so many friendly, lovely peeps as always! x
me-neil-me … elegaic… having a bit of a neil young moment, what a dude! ‘old man take a look at yourself, i’m a lot like you’… indeed, now it is so
reminds me so much of malaysia, oooh 88? lounging in a hammock, listening to his greatest hits on a tape/walkman, a dodgy rip off version from the khao san road
on a beach, probs guzzling mekong whiskey and the occasional nibble on a ganja cookie
ha! a long way from there to here… a loft, just finished work, headphones, reading glasses… pondering omlette for tea
haven’t listened to him in yonks
After the Gold Rush, deeply beautifully rhapsodic…. ‘i was lying in a burned out basement, the cool wind in my hair…’ xx
equinox blessings to one and all, balance and harmony, woken up all autumnal, victorian, celtic twilight lyrical… as you do… shapeshifter, times and loves lost… maudling enough for a wallow with yeats… excerpt from fergus and the druid
‘Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;
Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Fergus. I See my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things —
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold —
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.’
Gluttony! Hurrah! the ribald pleasure of shoveling grub in yer gob… with gusto!
i’m not planning on immortality (clearly), but will beam happiness in the meantime
tho lurking beyond pirate hat and french fancies, my beautiful bike
a joy to be out and about in the sunshine, first thing in the morning, such fortune, such privilege, to live by the sea
dip in the ocean off seaford head… blowing huge spumes of water, beautious beluga me
oh … and in other news lovely daughter going to be 16 tomorrow… amazing! … how’d that happen?! x
feather! this just wafted down from the heavens, plonk landing next to my tea cup…. just to disturb me from the reverie of work
the bovver of fevvers! happily grooving to elton john, then a gift from above!
eagle? seagull? pterodactyl? something that soars anyway,
as i’m a healthy 30ft up! no not like simon stylites perched atop a pole … peck peck programming away
but office in the loft, with civilised bed, where i can lie… and think… and watch the clouds, occasionally majestic, dawdle past
its a symbol! dunno of what? probs that i shouldn’t be cooped up on such a gorgeous sunny day
i love this song
every time it comes on, during the dubious scribble of morning pages today, i stop what i’m doing and play it 3 times in a row, sure i’ve posted it here before too!
antithesis of this astonishing sunshine morning, but somehow wherever i am, it always reaches out to me
the guitar insistently rolls, urging forward, yet allowing space for eloquent beauty… dappled with sorrow…
and his voice, a phantasm of tenderness, eluding meaning, croaking poetry
for me, always, a song of adolescence
ah yes… somehow, suprisingly fortified.. on and out into the beautiful day x
Meteorite!!! look we found a smidgin of a comet! (well hanna did)
meandering for millenia in the curious depths of darkest space… no thing piled upon nothing
then to furious glorious fireball down upon the earth
meteorites usually bring rogue strains of dna, else other worldly metals, this one has an eerie, primordial magnetism, gyrating, then spinning to face sirius, the dog star
also its astonishingly light! as tho attuned to the universes heart chakra vibration
most amazing of all, where it was discovered… in the oven … as tho it had been there for millenia… or at least a month
yes. verily, it shall be called spud-nik
tutenkhamun had a dagger made from the iron from a meteorite… at the time this was created mankind did not have the ability to smelt iron
Glitter-gasm! It’s Mark Bolans Scarecrow Grandad!!
slowly regenerating after a bonkers fun weekend ‘commuting’ to bimble
these the only photos i managed to take… and a lovely one of daughter on downs (just so i don’t appear too solipsistic)
face paint by heather, took several ingots worth to gild my beatiful and wrinkled visage
particularly after a night of bamboozle boogie-ing till a most crepuscular dawn
thanks to all the various posses that adopted me, the immense blue of the sky above, the musicians, the golden yellow fields, friends old …and new
and to all those that funky mosh flamencoed with me down the front. gr-oo-ooooo-vy
your beautiful! x
‘Au Revoir’, ‘Merci’, i pedal wallow around the corner there to be greeted by a looming huge impossible wall of BOAT! ferry to france!
perched high above on the prow, a gaggle of chirruping french school kids
i could see up their nostrils, if i but had a telescope! de caprio and winslett squeezed awkwardly betwixt and between them
windmilling arms in farewell, channeling obelix, ever gallic, i holler ‘Au Secour, Zut Alors!’
after this entente cordial, its onwards to seaford head, bike path across the marshlands, hugging the bepebbled crescent swoop of the bay
full power… foot to the floor …and then, it being a bike, another foot to the floor… repeat!
… and once there, why to plunge into the briney blue! jostled by choppiness, a few swift strokes, out deeper, the rhythmic, joyful pummel pulse of waves
floating on my back, suspended beneath blue and above blue, womb speck midst the immense amniotic ocean
alone? mind chides, impossible to be forlorn, when we are one with the oneness (alledgedly)
waaaaaggh late for work, brouhaha flounder ashore through the shallows, first fish on land
… and there, why my thermos cup of coffee toppled over in the breeze, glug glugged away into the dry sand
alone with the oneness
back from another blissed out ‘humdrum’ buddhafield… well mostly, after a week in the field, allowing the energy, the warmth to slowly sift, then settle… before, hopefully, taking the joy in my heart, stone plonk pond rippled, out into the wider world beyond
favourite buddhafield moment? hmm maybe the evening after the festival had finished! skiddadled to my sisters to pick up lovely daughter, this year, a gentle transition, snoozing in a hammock in the shade next to the pool
early eve i took crumble, the dawg, for a stroll up the hill, high summer, straggled and woeful bedraggled
in the hedgerows, the familiar silhouette of oak, of ash, beneath which the dappled purples of mallows, thistles, the yellow of groundsel, this the daisy age, white trumpets of bind weed full fluted in flower, wound about them, entwined, the bramble briar rose
up above, swallows and martens swoop stitch the blue colour of the sky
i stopped, the path wound onwards, this the cusp of evening, a field of corn, ears plump to the stalk, burnished rose golden by the light of the setting sun
the full moon (nearly!) sailed jauntily above the trees, just as the sun, burdened, weighted down by the pomp cavalcade of its own majesty, wallowed heavily beneath the horizon…
mother earth, father sky, brother sun, sister moon
fulcrum, a harmonious tidal turning
i pondered long on what? on nothing? on dad? and, of course, also the boon bounty of the previous week
of the strong, sweet gentleness of hugs, with friends, with strangers, the long loiter in connection, snuggling up for profound spiritual chats by the fireside, gabbled laughter over food, else irreverent cackling up by the gate!
meetings with long lost friends, a soft openining to new ones
dancing, singing, mantras, a childhood game of stuck in the mud, talks on activism and buddhism, tai chi, chai, flirting, singing, dancing!
of work, the hodge podge bundle of stress i became whilst managing the sunday afternoon going home shift ‘yes i appreciate that your child is crying, that you must hoik, that huge heavy bell tent up the precipitous slope, but no, i am sorry, i cannot authorise you to drive onto site’
then again i loved driving the super mario cart buggy jeep about the site, one hand on mahogany steering wheel, elbow out the window, floppy ermintrude hat, only 2nd gear, 4th and reverse!
boogie woogie wonderland!
oops what was i saying? cheerful in the knowledge no one will have bothered to decipher thus far! fun to write!
unravelling, the undulating, to feel in my body, the coils of this, some small portion of the huge green earth serpent, rising up, her energy coursing throughout the land
gentle, coiled spirals
a myriad scales, all sizes, all colours, irridescent, yet summoning to a singular harmony… vibrant, tara, heart chakra green
cycles of expansion, followed by those of contraction, falling to a dwindle, then rising to exalt! harrowing followed by abundance. pulsation, rhythm
pulled inside out to languish in this the radiant beauty of the realm of form…
falling to stillness, beneath there is always a ringing
so to take each others hand… and dance singing together with the ancestors on this our land
slowlty turn and head for home
‘manna gonna come down, manna gonna come down, manna gonna come down, manna g-o-nnnnna make us strong’
x
