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.



End.

I hear you Pablo

I have not written because life has been joyfully overflowing.

There has been;

Cement slab lifting
Soil mud muddying
Jetty building
Sailing
Laughter,
More laughter
Sunshine absorbing
Blue sky wondering
Observations
Paperwork
3 minute Mama Mia
Walking
47 flights of stairs
21,673 steps (since Saturday)
Fat Bobby attacks


And a beautiful poem from Pablo Neruda, for you, obviously.

I made these sonnets out of wood; 
I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, 
and that is how they should reach your ears. 
Walking in forests or on beaches, 
along hidden lakes,
 in latitudes sprinkled with ashes, 
you and I have picked up pieces of pure bark, 
pieces of wood subject to the comings and goings of water 
and the weather. 
Out of such softened relics, then, 
with hatchet and machete and pocketknife, 
I built up these lumber piles of love, 
and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, 
so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, 
might live in them.
Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, 
I surrender this century to you: 
wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.

Fat-BOBBY. The saga continues.

There is this cat.

We call her Fat Bobby. Her face is the shape of a pie. Her body like a dense tree trunk slumped in the moss. Her aim. To eat all of my cat food.

This cat is torturing my cats. It comes in, stealth Nina style, eats the food, then leaves. I have come to understand that it must know it's way around my house to get out so quickly. Heaven knows how this fat beast fits through my cat flap.

Last night after moving the food to the front room, I found her, head in the bag of food still in the kitchen. I moved it upstairs, there again she found it. 5am, ozzy growling all industrial machine-like. Scared me. I chased her down the stairs.

I may have to set a trap. A fat Bobby food trap. Or poster the streets. War is upon me and I will not back down to this greedy monster.

Tonight.

I lock the Cat flap.