Colour is power

A list of things beautiful today;

(Not in numerical order)

1. The happiest baby laughing in a car park. I mean truly, it was joyous.
2. Finding a set of  ceramic scales your best friend wrote on, in the days when you worked at the same place and had too much fun to call it work.
3. Realising your new space reminds you of the house you would like to live in. I'm calling the new studio 'the barn'.
4. Hand washing Indian textiles. Colour is power so I am told. I will hold this in my heart.
5. Singing songs to Nan about radiotherapy, she has only one more session to go! Cmon!
6. That new traffic light at the end of the road, it has a new green man button. It's nice. It's different to all the other buttons, it's sort of convex and it feels good to push.
7. Seeing the hysterical tears of a colleague as he explains the jerry springer musical.

The Journey Sequence

I've been scrabbled recently, I mean well and truly scrabbled, In a bid to regain a sense of self I've been cutting things out, trying to find the back to basic in my day to day. The laughter I had was dried up. I suppose the point to my writing was to be in search of the small and wonderful things that happened in my day, but somewhere between February and July I got a bit lost, I started looking less, became a bit robotic in my approach to getting through my day, which worked, all those boxes were ticked, but I had forgotten about the little things.

I have started reading more, and in doing so I am learning, mostly about yoga. I could talk to you at length about tension and compression in my practise. I learned to sail a boat by myself, not with anyone else in it (I still have a long way to go), I remembered how much I love sport and have taken up running, and more importantly I'm feeling a bit more present in my day to day.

Today during my Yoga practise, the little cat, decided she would help me, which made my movements much more challenging, and I couldn't help but laugh at her persistence.

I also enjoyed the smell of my new bicycle wheels (shhh don't tell anyone) !

Wellington swirling bird fish catching

I've been finding it hard to write of recent.

Things have been busy.

Today was a water based wellington chilly kind of a day. In constant pursuit of small and wonderful treasures in the spaces between, I saw a bird carry off a fish from the lake. The fish was quite large. It surprised me a lot. Who knew birds could carry such weight?!

There was magic found in swirling my feet in the water, the sounds of the lapping against the pontoon, was somewhat rhythmic and drum beat-esque.

Cats catching flies.
Cats in bird baths.
The warmth of the sun.
Picnic tea in the garden.
Cheeky beer.
Washing up to Carole King.
The sound of my girl laughing at hideous and questionable vines with her father.
Warm socks.
Blankety films.

It's easy to overlook the little things.

Glitter, pigeon, feet, crutches

Usually I would check this before sending.

However. I drank wine this evening and thought I'd leave it as it comes out of my fingers.

1. I saw a man in pigeon park (outside st Philips cathedral) look like he was going to whip out his penis and pee on a pigeon. It was a combination of angle, distance and perspective. It's was very very scary and very funny in equal measure. I laughed out loud. And then I laughed some more. He wore adidas trousers and navy blue.

2. A lady, who I presume was homeless, was washing her feet in the sink at the REP theatre this evening. She then tried to voodoo the man who told the manager. I felt sad. I would have let her use the sink. She was very angry and said the man would never have any other money in his life forever.

3. I saw two people who went to see the play readings afterwards on broad street- he liked her- it made me smile how they flirted so gently.

4. I had to tell the above stories to the man who sat next to me on the bus, who was on crutches because he fell off a ladder. I asked him about his day. He asked me about mine. It was awkward and not at the same time. I liked him because he had a support the NHS badge on. When he left we said goodbye and I wished his legs were better soon. I suggested he burn the ladders ceremoniously.

5. When I got off the bus I went to tesco where a man was asking what tomatoes were and if they were sweet because he only ate sweet things. The person who worked in tesco described them in a marks and spencer type way. It made me laugh.

6. When I got home I realised how much glitter was in the floor of the kitchen and bathroom. It's so dazzling it makes your eyes feel unfocused. I like it and hate it in equal measure.

7. I learned what bomb paragraph means- if you don't know look it up.

8. I made tea with sugar in it- which is odd because I don't partake in sugar.

9. PS the same two people got on the bus home as were also on my journey into Birmingham.

This evening was strange.


Thank you for allowing me to share it with your eyes.

There is space

There is a space in my home where you can sit and watch the colours of the world change. The sky moves across the frames, like Turner paints, the colours, the movement of clouds. It is all the things I love. Sometimes I can sit for a long time, watching the light fade, watching the birds pass over, and I feel this connection with the world. It takes me on this journey, from light to dark, from blue to pink to green to deep navy. At night the moon shines down, it casts it shaddows and illuminates the tansparent shapes like a secret ice cave.

Tonight it glows with the fading embers of the day, it is calm now, it is calm.

My heart slows, it is thankful for all the colours of the day.

Grlpwr

The day was particularly grey. I worked with the girls and the second years today. There are some interesting things starting to happen. with cardboard. Never underestimate the ways in which cardboard can be used. It's like a cross between Mona Lisa smile and spice world the movie.

A student asked how to use the photocopier, which was very funny because it wasn't working very well. We decided we were never going to get back those precious minutes we lost there today.

My passport arrived.

I met an interesting girl who was very articulate and interested in the oppression of young women in today's society.

Girl power is underrated.

I have not seen fat Bobby for a few days, except to find black clumps of furrrrr upstairs...


Awkward ...

All the small things...

Mostly the day was about people;
I worked with people.
We talked about communication pie.
A little coaching happened.
I spent time with my mentee (chamomile tea)
I observed teaching

But

The most beautiful thing in my day was J. It got passed nine, and as I went to take her hot water bottle to her, she attacked me. Like a fat Bobby wild thing. She chased me through the upstairs of the house, scratching and biting my clothes. We laughed a lot. It is in these moments I am happiest. The hilarity that ensued between us is like no other I share with anyone. The love I have for this human cannot be described. I asked her to pause. And we absorbed the moment. One day when we are old, I said, we will reminisce about the evening we spent carrying Mimi our black kitten around in an IKEA bag, and role playing Fat Bobby attacks!

This
Is
The
Magic.



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