Internet’s off. Again. Blessing in
disguise? Cut out at a ‘crucial’ moment. Ha. Nobody died. May be for the best.
I noticed, in a long conversation with an interesting stranger, how much I end
up not doing. Interesting. [one of those long breaths, the good kind].
Thanks for a transcendental session of
doing what I love and loving it. Thanks for a chance faceful of über-talented
Sam Strickland. He’s a rock. And for the Emily/Rob hook-up. Very happy that
these two have now met. It was good beans with good eggs. Pleasing people,
both.
In the afternoon, the gift of a Michael (and there was another one later). He
came to visit The Hub, this one. He had a sun-worn face and surfer hair. In his fifties?
Not sure. Great face. So pleasing that I took him from the hosts and showed him
around the space myself. Just because I liked his face.
I’m also grateful for the insight that the
next bit of the day provided. A not-uncommon crash after doing something useful
for someone else. Very interesting. Another reason to get more training, and
some supervision. I remember the last big thing I organised for someone else. I
was so happy that it went well, so touched by the whole affair and destitute by
the evening. Partly same today. So – what does that tell me? To stop doing it?
No. This is good. This is spot on. To get in touch with that need. To delve in.
Microscopes, massage, skewers – whatever image works… find out.
This is old stuff that’s rearing up. This
is outdated. Obsolete? Soon to be. Whatever it is, it has a message and a good
intention. Oi. You. I’m listening.
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