Weekend of Stuff....
Ho-kay...
Friday and Saturday were mostly the Deeper Dialogue, which was held in the mysterious hinterland between Fife and not-Fife. I was together with nine folk who I really respect for their honesty, spirit of open-ness and, rarest of all for me, humility.
I talked a lot, listened more, ate some very good food and was welcomed into someone else's home, which felt very like settling into his life. When I grow up, I want to be David.
I also got to spend a couple of hours with my friend Marie, who has acquired tennis calf chasing her socks. This kind of cast her in the James Stewart role in "Rear Window", so I got to bore her unmercifully Bwah-hah-hah.
I went straight from there to Chez![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
psychochicken and zantic, to recover my dog and girlfriend, who they'd been talking care of, and to get outside of some salmon, cheese and whisky. Mission accomplished there.
Today started with a toddle aven hound to Heart Buchananan, provider of some of the fine food referred to above, and to a very fine breakfast. I had french toast with maple syrup and bacon, but must admit to covettingunblinkered's eggs royale, which looked very much like eggs benedict with added bacon.
We then took a stroll along the Kelvin, partly to exercise the hound and partly to have another look at the flat-to-be. It's still pretty attractive in daylight (which puts it one step ahead of me), and I can't wait to organise the move, probably in mid-May.
After returning Merlin to the flat, we headed into town on the underground, and promptly split up. Unblinkered went to John Lewis, and I popped into Sammy Dow's for the last edgy fifteen minutes of the Old Firm game. Celtic held on to a 3-2 victory, lent spice by the stone-wall penalty they were denied in the last five minutes and one of the Rangers players being sent off for an act of random violence. So now Rangers have to win the league, instead of being gifted it.
I then rejoined unblnkered, and we did some shopping. I picked up two pairs of 501's, one pristine the other second hand, a Spanish course, and the first graphic novel I've bought in a couple of year.
The rest of you can tune out for a monent, but forbillking1959's benefit, it was the hugely enjoyable restoration of Hal Jordan to his rightful mantle as Green Lantern. I'd picked it up to skim in Borders, and realised that I was reading it, not skimming it. It was respectful of forty years of continuity without being enslaved by it, and ticked all my boxes - Olly Queen, Guy Gardner, Sinestro, Carol Ferris and the Guardians, and brought up a couple of things I hadn't thought of, like the real reason Hal and the Batman have never gotten on.
Tonight I caught up with Saturday's Doctor Who - a lot of fun, but surely not having Bernard Cribbins be the same character he was in the Who films of the 1960's is a hugely wasted opportunity, and Heroes, which was fun in a "slipping into a warm bath" sort of way.
I also found out, when I called my current landlord to give notice on this flat, that he's been given a much more terminal notice himself. His daughter, who answered the phone, told me that he passed away on Friday night. A bit of a shock. He was a completely lovely man, and I'm glad to have known him, however briefly.
This week promises to be a wee bit hectic. Tomorrow I'm helping my brother move into the new flat he's bought on the South Side, Tuesday is fencing, and a pretty significant workshop to facilitate at work, Wednesday and Thursday will go bye in a flash and I'm off to Ireland on Friday night for the Vogler Festival, which promises to be fun.
I do have a sense of things flowing along pretty quickly just now. A lot of stuff is happening, and I don't think I'm giving some of it the notice it deserves. The blessing of the Synchronicity Freeway is that things move quickly, and to my advantage. The curse is that I can't stop and ponder each event. I've been thinking of my life, of the process of my life, as being like a river. If I start out holding good intentions, I soon gather a pretty powerful current behind me. Along the way, I can do a lot of good, irrigating, generating power, whatever. Rocks thrown in my path don't tend to block me, they get flown around, some of them get washed away, some of them tumble along with me in the journey, some stay stuck in the stream, unchanged. Down in the delta, I diverge into a hundred paths where I interact with the great sea of Others, and all of those interactions jostle clouds upwards, to rain again on my source, and influence the intentions I start with on the journey back down to the sea.
If you were wondering what Passion Mapping and Dialogue have been about, that paragraph sort of sums them up.
See, just another hippy, at heart...
Friday and Saturday were mostly the Deeper Dialogue, which was held in the mysterious hinterland between Fife and not-Fife. I was together with nine folk who I really respect for their honesty, spirit of open-ness and, rarest of all for me, humility.
I talked a lot, listened more, ate some very good food and was welcomed into someone else's home, which felt very like settling into his life. When I grow up, I want to be David.
I also got to spend a couple of hours with my friend Marie, who has acquired tennis calf chasing her socks. This kind of cast her in the James Stewart role in "Rear Window", so I got to bore her unmercifully Bwah-hah-hah.
I went straight from there to Chez
psychochicken and zantic, to recover my dog and girlfriend, who they'd been talking care of, and to get outside of some salmon, cheese and whisky. Mission accomplished there. Today started with a toddle aven hound to Heart Buchananan, provider of some of the fine food referred to above, and to a very fine breakfast. I had french toast with maple syrup and bacon, but must admit to covetting
unblinkered's eggs royale, which looked very much like eggs benedict with added bacon. We then took a stroll along the Kelvin, partly to exercise the hound and partly to have another look at the flat-to-be. It's still pretty attractive in daylight (which puts it one step ahead of me), and I can't wait to organise the move, probably in mid-May.
After returning Merlin to the flat, we headed into town on the underground, and promptly split up. Unblinkered went to John Lewis, and I popped into Sammy Dow's for the last edgy fifteen minutes of the Old Firm game. Celtic held on to a 3-2 victory, lent spice by the stone-wall penalty they were denied in the last five minutes and one of the Rangers players being sent off for an act of random violence. So now Rangers have to win the league, instead of being gifted it.
I then rejoined unblnkered, and we did some shopping. I picked up two pairs of 501's, one pristine the other second hand, a Spanish course, and the first graphic novel I've bought in a couple of year.
The rest of you can tune out for a monent, but for
billking1959's benefit, it was the hugely enjoyable restoration of Hal Jordan to his rightful mantle as Green Lantern. I'd picked it up to skim in Borders, and realised that I was reading it, not skimming it. It was respectful of forty years of continuity without being enslaved by it, and ticked all my boxes - Olly Queen, Guy Gardner, Sinestro, Carol Ferris and the Guardians, and brought up a couple of things I hadn't thought of, like the real reason Hal and the Batman have never gotten on. Tonight I caught up with Saturday's Doctor Who - a lot of fun, but surely not having Bernard Cribbins be the same character he was in the Who films of the 1960's is a hugely wasted opportunity, and Heroes, which was fun in a "slipping into a warm bath" sort of way.
I also found out, when I called my current landlord to give notice on this flat, that he's been given a much more terminal notice himself. His daughter, who answered the phone, told me that he passed away on Friday night. A bit of a shock. He was a completely lovely man, and I'm glad to have known him, however briefly.
This week promises to be a wee bit hectic. Tomorrow I'm helping my brother move into the new flat he's bought on the South Side, Tuesday is fencing, and a pretty significant workshop to facilitate at work, Wednesday and Thursday will go bye in a flash and I'm off to Ireland on Friday night for the Vogler Festival, which promises to be fun.
I do have a sense of things flowing along pretty quickly just now. A lot of stuff is happening, and I don't think I'm giving some of it the notice it deserves. The blessing of the Synchronicity Freeway is that things move quickly, and to my advantage. The curse is that I can't stop and ponder each event. I've been thinking of my life, of the process of my life, as being like a river. If I start out holding good intentions, I soon gather a pretty powerful current behind me. Along the way, I can do a lot of good, irrigating, generating power, whatever. Rocks thrown in my path don't tend to block me, they get flown around, some of them get washed away, some of them tumble along with me in the journey, some stay stuck in the stream, unchanged. Down in the delta, I diverge into a hundred paths where I interact with the great sea of Others, and all of those interactions jostle clouds upwards, to rain again on my source, and influence the intentions I start with on the journey back down to the sea.
If you were wondering what Passion Mapping and Dialogue have been about, that paragraph sort of sums them up.
See, just another hippy, at heart...
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Just why were you inside the salmon, cheese and whisky?
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