originally a facebook post
springlish sunshine! symphony of green and beige… neath crow caw, where the daffodils roam
Romanesque arch and Aeadrics sun dial… 1000 years after aedric becomes worm fodder still manages to remind me i’m late for work… nothing we will make shall show such robust durability
i should have been a PROFESSOR! ahh the bitter sweet wail of a singular pang of remorse
professor of whatever? something gestalt weltscmerz zeitgeist schadenfreude! professor emeritus of eurhythmy and yodelling at the university of uuulan bator
i’d be in my lair, surrounded by fusty old books of spells, the mild pong of real ale and stale ganja… with a view down through the woods to the sea beyond
actually ulan bator is probs some way from the sea?… so mbe hawaii! or totnes! occasionally i’d listen to birdsong, roll up my sleeves and saunter off through the spring succulence, to deliver a lecture
decided all this during my mid afternoon candlelit bath…
the life of a freelancer, ostensibly this whim had been to help ‘resolve issues with my javascript objects, how they can be recalibrated to hoover up the remaining bitBytes’
instead lounged in a pool of patchouli, awash with regret
off to yoga, but when i’m back, all nidra(ed) out, i shall rummage through the sea chest and dust off my certificate ‘bsc hons chemistry, third class, university of exeter 1987’
and ponder on all that might have been… possibly a bit bored?
happy st patricks day… the kids are half irish (plastic paddys!)… animal sings danny boy, marvelous… and such delicious sunshine! had thought to bunk off and head up the permaculture plot… but barreling on with coding (obv) x
‘big wheel keeps on turning’ 3rd puncture, second new inner tube in about a week… and i haven’t even got to seaford and back
bike punctures are like buses (or not like buses!), none for a year, then all at once
time to wield spoons, disembowel and rummage around midst its rubbery guts… the foghorns are a calling, that whale song bellow
looking at pic, could probs do with scrubbing my derailleur too… not a euphemism
curiously, on the rare occasions i do anything practical, involving a toolbox, like putting up a blind, bashing a screw with a hammer (yeah i got this!) i always feel like i am impersonating dad..
a strangely comforting mimicry, sure one day Finn will be cheerfully mirroring me
Blimey O’Reilly got a postcard from Finn (away working on a ski season)
Astonishing! Suspicious parent suspects he must want something??? yet there is always the slender possibility he’s entered the realm of compassionate humanity
In other news i’m allergic to all the beautiful flowers in the world, can’t stop sneezing
or possibly i’m allergic to work? yes yes. oh and managed to put more memory in computer, just sticklebrick click it in, now it will vroom… and not a breeze what my phone number currently is? old one or new one? neither? both?
end of enthralling news flash x
fluff-o-rama aaaggh tissues in wash… again, in fact when is there not a tissue in the wash?? around and aROund and Around, they leap out from some secret lair! …once again i shall roam the winter streets as a be-speckled white plump bum fluff monster. a brr beguile alluring look
gak! such a dishwater bilge light! morning has summoned up all its gloom and flung it gainst the window pane. Raindrops. speckled admirably, a free form game of join the dots, the sly admonition ‘go on, make what you want’
some drops, swell, then slow fall, an ungainly tumble down, a slug trail of slurp momentum, the monster guzzles all beneath its path!!!
world feels happy, as tho with the sound of a distant joyfull strum
new moon, first of this year, fresh energy, which coaxes us to the skip tip toe
…soon .. soon… tehered to bed. words just to tarry a few moments longer. rummage burrow. submarine. warmth neath duvet
How do you change a duck into a soul singer?
Put him in a microwave and wait until it’s Bill Withers.
some days its all about corny jokes and lovely yet schmaltzy songs, its even got a sax solo! who could ask for more
my friend nathan (who doesn’t do facebook) is giving some talks about his book in brighton… i can’t make it, but go along should be interesting!
We Are Awakening… to who we are! (A talk in Brighton, offered by Nathan)
WHO ARE YOU?!
We Are Awakening is a talk about who we are, what we’re doing here, and what this life is really all about.
Of course, it’s up to each one of us to find out for ourselves. Thankfully, there are pointers along the way.
REALLY Knowing who we are is REAL empowerment.
It’s a Cosmic Story unfolding, and it’s all about Awareness.
www.weareawakening.co.uk
(Sat 12th January 2013 1-3pm and/or Sat 26th January 2013 1-3pm at Friends Meeting House, Ship St. By donation).
.. and the mystical poetry evening he runs: www.mystical-poetry.blogspot.com