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.

Wanderlust

        On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
day.

Rumi

It's not a secret that I love Rumi's poems. He speaks to my heart. Today I was reminded of the poem above. Yesterday I thought too much about lots of things. I am a vessel, which is moving from one point to another. My purpose is to swim, cutting through water, flowing as one form. I sometimes get quite lost. I spent the whole day sailing today. When I am there, on the water, I feel a sense of wholeness, and peace moving through me. The boat slicing through the water, moving with the power of the wind: there is something very real and very grounded in that. I am reminded of the very visceral nature of being human. I felt like some of my over thought questions were answered.

On the way home J and I laughed at a man who was so incredibly excited to reach the top of a staircase before his friend. He was actually punching the air. It was a thing of pure joy! 

I am still listening to Fela Kuti and dreaming of travel.

Exchanges

Alarm 5.30:

Yoga 5.45... Sometimes I think it's unnecessary to get out of bed straight away. I mean who does that alarm think it is anyway..? 

I made lunch for J. I practiced perfect wrap rolling. Tight and cylindrical. Packed with green joy, cous cous and tomatoes. The colour was particularly beautiful, complimentary red and green. I listened to 6music, as I do most mornings.

I had bus duty, it was raining, a lot. My hair got very wet, I liked it. I like being out in the weather. The day was mostly about paper work. the effect of this made me slightly hysterical. C and I had a game of tig in the studio, C scared me so much I laughed so hard I could not breathe. Ha! Joy! 

This evening I went over to ESP write club. It was hard to chose what to talk about in terms of my writing. I guess I couldn't help but tell the stories about the post office, the monk and getting stuck on the gate yesterday. There was another woman there that was also writing about people who make things. I really enjoyed her description of the glass blower man. Listening to other talk about their writing and their work made me feel less afraid to write and also more interested in reading different kinds of writing. during the discussion, a little mouse ran through the space. A tiny friend.

I walked through digbeth in the dark to get back to the car. Some of the spaces reminded me of walking through New York. I found a short cut through a deserted car park. There was a moment when I was in the middle of the space (probably about the size of a football field) that I considered that it could be a good place to mug someone. I ran the rest of the way and jumped the puddles, laughing! naturally I had to listen to Aretha on the way home. I couldn't think of anything better to end the day on! Writing. Woman power. Independence. And the realisation that really everything I do comes down to my interest in human beings. Observing. Writing. Listening. Talking.

                                          Digbeth wonders

25.2.16 Thuroemsday

Parts of the stretch 

From most picturesque ...

Sl-eeeeeee-per 

               g-l-i-d-e-sThrough

That's fine,

 be gently(rocked) to sleep

You:awake

Morning.arresting.coupled to another.

Spectacular, soaring peaks...

Another beautiful frosty morning walking to work. Along the way I see moss growing along the top of the wall, covered in delicate ice. We are working on experimental surfaces so I took a photo to send to my group. It was quite an ordinary day, meetings and teaching. I was unable to resist telling my groups about the post office story from yesterday. Some of us made poems from found text: deleting parts of sentence which we did not like (see above). We talked about the sounds we loved and how they could be described; the sound of cleaning brushes in cups of water, is lapping waves and sea adventures if whisked hard enough. The clash of the waves against rock and shore. Some of my favourite things, conjured from dirty paint water.