Day 496: I Love the Dawn

Aaah, Brighton, you sweet thing

I love the dawn. I miss it when I don’t get up for it. I loved it, when living at Kate Buchanan’s place in Acton and swimming in the Ladies’ Pond every morning, that I’d get up and catch a train at dawn every day. I’d see the skies starting to open up in front of me as I walked to the station and as I walked across the heath, it would continue, the sun rising in front of me and my whole perspective changing with the light.

This morning, on my way to catch a flight to Rome, I had a taste of that again. Orangey skies showing themselves as I trundled towards the station. Now fog, one station out of Brighton. I have a fully charged computer and a dongle. Delays can bite me... I have lots to do. And it’s beautiful, this fog. It softens everything and gives it mystery. We’re talking Burgess Hill and Hayward’s Heath. Giving them mystery is a blessing.

I feel like this

What a gift-laden weekend! Some delicious people, many of them brand new to me. Some wonderful spoken word music/poetry, delivered with love and passion. Music that makes your heart bleed and sing at the same time. Some of it was so beautiful, I almost couldn’t bear it! All of it was offered up with love and craft and joy. A gong bath, singing and shouting, dancing, relaxing, sleeping, releasing, surrendering. I learnt such a lot, from myself and from other people. Aaaaaah. Gorgeous.

And all these little nuggets that made me laugh and smile, which have already slipped through the net of my conscious mind to settle in the unconscious. I know they’re there, though. I endeavour to tell you all about the ones to come. Ommmmmmmmmmmmm.