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Happy Solstice, new Bhaktun thingummibob vibes!
may all beings be well, may all beings be happy
my moment of tranquility came this morning half way up mount caburn, never where you expect it, after a trains cancelled dashing daughter to school
devoid of vigour i didn’t even make it to the top, just paused on a bench near a copse of trees
such strength and stillness, the trees looked like brittle twigs, but have you ever tried to push one over? i have! such obstinate power. you’d have to be a woolly mammoth, a rather chubby waddlesome one at that
anyway just sat and meditated for a while, warm sun, an edge of chill in the air, the continual chuck chuck warble sound of pheasants, a suprise unseasonal tweetle twerp of a song bird
the rumble of my stomach, the distant waterfall of the a27, the grubby clamour of mind… opening my eyes to a diamond sparkle in the grass, snail shell in my pocket, a sheepdog on the far hillside chasing spiral patterns
well, not an extraordinary transfiguring rapture, but, yep peace enough
so wherever you may find yourself, perched atop a ruined mayan ziggurat? else in the thin air high in the himalaya, above the temple of fire and ice at mukhtinath scrabbling precariously down from the thorung la pass… or at work… or tucked up in bed with miserable sniffles
i wish you well, and whether we feel it or not (some days do, some days don’t… as it is) know that we are together, we are one, and the force that holds us.. om shanti. love x

Richard Basgallop: pic is dawn this morn.. and 2 songs. primal scream wafflesome version (as me).. and dusty, brightons finest, a song to sing in the car!

Nigel Happy Solstice! Woken up by the motel toucan but feeling it safe to venture closer to Mayan territory .. so leaving wondrous panama. Come visit us In Nicaragua for the new year string! X
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Nicky Happy new ear :))))) xx
21 December at 17:39 · Like

pomegranate! very much the order of the day, especially as it seems to have taken me the entire afternoon to guzzle one
its the fiddly custard pith (taking the)… in fact i cannae decide if i loathe the painstakingly slow picking, prodding and rummaging or if thats the bit i enjoy the most! (flaunt your contradictions)
but such a delicious, gorgeous abundance of scarlet jewells, yum!
of course its the season for them as mythologically closely associated with persephone and her yearly sojourn in the underworld, so usually would expect the high priestess card, but also a symbol of the empress (is pomegranate the original fruit from the garden of eden?), so a strong feisty empress card (pic by m meleen)

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Iron and Wine – Resurrection Fern (Live)

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Richard Basgallop … and my song of teh day, been on repeat whilst programming, oh just realised its called resurrection fern, fits the persephone theme.. a lovely wallow! x

Richard Basgallop ‘And we’ll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern’

Kirstine i like the fact that they take so long to eat and ofc its the symbol of granada always a special place in my heart.

Richard Basgallop really! thanks. makes sense, a place very much in my heart too x

Kirstine didnt u notice all the drain covers had pics of pomegranates on them lol

Richard Basgallop ha! no. i was too busy looking befuddled at the stars… reminds me that when i got there, walking on the marble flag stones by the cathedral (off to boccy bobs no doubt) my trainers, sneakers would always squeak! eek eek. but then after a month they bizarrely stopped, as tho the squeak chemicals had all run out, that or i finally belonged?

Fuchsia Hey hey, if you want a quick way to get at those little gems… cut fruit in half, hold cut side down over a bowl & tap/hit the outside with a spoon or other such implement (i find the blunt side of a thick knife works nicely) & wallah!! xx

Kirstine and then eat them one by one slowly :p

Richard Basgallop ha. thanks. i like your style, cruel and brusque, turn them inside out, like a glove, till they ping into the bowl… then k, plunge your head in and sl-u-rp hoover them up! yum
righteyho off to peel a grape next

garnered the last of the tomato harvest, not bad to keep going till all souls day, deep within this season of decrepitude (yep november), harvest may be a tad grandiose for plucking the remaining, four mildewed looking specimens.. and the last lettuce is decidedly iceberg
the magnificent writhe of life! ok, you have to sustain the correct benevolent conditions, earth, this much sunshine, that much water… but the depth and integrity of living soil, plant a seed and see what is coaxed, is conjured forth from the mud, a miracle of the mundane, literally, that of the world
same soil, but a kaleidoscopic diversity, plant basil for flagrant aroma… tomato, the rotund pushed out plumpness of its sheen.. courgette, the veined swagger of its orange flower
always, we can only greet, with flung about amazement, this the summoning forth, (teleology??),
the beauty, the pure becoming of what must be
and for us? pricked with a speck of light, the seed soul buried deep within?

went for a walk in friston forest, stomp thru mud, the trees in their dun autumn raiment ‘down amongst the dead men. feathers in their head men, pow wow’… popped by the church hidden deep within the woods, to admire the jacobean monument, piety with a flounce of ruffs, the inevitable memento mori skull, but perched high up on top, a carving of a rather gleeful looking spotty dog.
on leaving S noticed a butterfly trapped, struggling to free itself from a cobweb, high, high up on the church wall, so there we were (me aware of the slightly heavy handed symbolism), standing outside an ancient flint church, lobbing sticks skywards, not the full force hurtle of trying to knock a bushel of raw conkers down, but with the intention of precision, of gentleness
eventually… one hundred and eighty… the butterfly was freed, it flopped, wafting down, a tortoiseshell, i held it in my hands, on the outside camouflaged as a drab leaf, it opened its wings, brazen orange, vibrantly patterned… and flew away. Happy Halloween

susan seddon boulet

Richard Basgallop long winded as ever, but gonna dance in a church in a graveyard tonight. whOooOo, very scooby doo! met a huge toad this morning, have gathered all the witches familiars! …. thinking rather obviously (and thankfully abstractly) about death, not only will one day we die, but everybody we love, everything we know, will pass into darkness… beyond even the promise of spring, of the souls rebirth, or the endless beautiful re-patterning of form… and yes, this is the way it must be

aww terry callier died

tweetle beetle battle! had a tongue twister race with my daughter, yestereve, gallumphing through sections of fox in socks. full spate, moon hurtle, i won by a mile (not that i’m competitive, no siree!) but verily i am the bradley wiggins of gibberish, the lance armstrong of free style contortion gabbling! err um yes! gorgeous sunshine hurrah!

ooh just realised i didn’t leave the house at all yesterday! which would have been a common occurence on a sunday, back in the days (nay years!) of dubious debauchery
but instead i got up early and err umm pottered in a staid, mundane and mostly pleasant manner. hurrah for maturity! hurrah for complacency!
spruce myself up with some harmonious teenage angst… indeed it is very much winter… ‘hello darkness my old friend’
right before i get on with stuff, best test my mettle against the vaster world outside – B&Q … B aaaggh Q? off to buy a key for the Radiator, to bleed the bleeding Radiators… whats it like out there? x

garfunkel before his hair exploded!

back from a lovely few days in london, the unlikely, but fab, juxtaposition of time spent in ally pally with amma …then straight off to meet Finn and his fellow city toilers in canary wharfe. proud of our son… wheras with amma, its usually for me, a gentle, opening, powerful energy, of course it bought up many things (pos not for a facebook status), but primarily love, bliss, nowt but a huge beaming Thank You! x

Richard Basgallop hmm just tried turning on the heating for the first time this year, but don’t seem to want to happen, probably i’ve just forgotten some immensely important switch? scratches head…oh well, otherwise i’ll just have to beam radiance all night… wooly hat and thermal long john vibes x
27 October at 20:40 · Like

Jo I love Amma!
27 October at 20:58 · Like

Leah How was your experience with Amma?
27 October at 22:05 · Like

Emma Ahhhh, beautiful lady. Hope she gave you a BIG cuddle!