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July 2, 2013. No comments.
Best not to have too many fixed plans.
If you had, you wouldn’t have had so much fun dancing to that wild and joyful music, or chancing your luck to get to the front of the gig, or met all those lovely interesting people. You wouldn’t have seen all the fires on the hill, or found yourself singing folk songs in a pretty tunnel at whatever o’clock.
What fun to be driven in a rickshaw through a crowd of envious stares like Lady Muck or the Queen or something! Or think you’ve you won the jackpot when you found your friend cooking bacon, or a relatively clean toilet. Nothing like a big waft of colour and music (and a keener awareness of your more basic needs like another pee, a wash, a bit of food and maybe some sleep) to blow away the cobwebs of your normal routine. There you go again…Laughing.
Or lying down in the sun listening to a poet sing about a universal truth you have never heard before.
Sometimes you walk miles to meet someone and realise this is not your kind of place right now and walk all the way back again. It does not matter. Soon enough another invitation comes your way and you are off on a new adventure. Sometimes you get ridiculously lost or go round in circles. Sometimes you stumble upon a bit of magic that makes it all worthwhile.
Luckily there is a sanctuary in the midst of all the madness – full of people you know and love – so you can set off into the fray once more knowing you can return for hugs and coffee if it gets too much. The sound of a lonely saxophone, a tightrope walker high over head, a couple swinging on a rope – so strong, so graceful – doing things you have No idea how. And how long have you been waving your arms and hands by a thing that makes percussion noises out of thin air? You lose your inhibitions and your sense of time.
It’s soooo big and soooo vast you can have a completely different experience to the next person. You can’t cover it, so you don’t try. You just follow your flow, your intuition, and float on…. moment to moment.
Oh to live all of life like that. With a sense of trust and discovery. Open-hearted and free.
It’s not the things they have all been shouting about on TV that stay with you. It’s the little things you found in tiny corners and pretty tunnels, the kindnesses, the laughter, the re-kindled friendships, the sea of creativity all around you, the hope, and the – yes – I suppose it’s the love.
And roast potatoes in onion gravy at 2am is brilliant.