Day 579: Various Different Versions of the Sun

Really? Then why jump?

What a week of work. What a delight. I’ve done pretending, teaching/coaching, facilitating some stuff that I absolutely love and I’ve had that joyous experience one more time of welcoming in a group of strangers, ranging from formal to warm, scary to scared themselves and saying goodbye to glowing faces, all of which have broken into smiles, and whose owners all have laughed despite themselves, put themselves on the spot, tried things out. I would never go so far as to say I’ve said goodbye to friends, but to people that I like and have delighted in, for definite.

And today, the giggly pleasure of working/playing with That Neil Bett and Adam, and some strangers, bright-eyed, hilarious Stirling – a fabulous creature if ever one was met, Sarah, Dave, Andrew, everyone on it and in it, everyone ready with a story and a laugh. AND we got finished ahead of schedule – how good is that? Just goes to show the truth in what we played with yesterday – that trying hard makes any task harder, that playing, flowing, staying curious makes everything a breeze. And honesty – lots of clear instruction, feedback, playing. And I LOVE doing things with people who do what they do well and without fanfare. Everyone just got on with it, and was all human and funny with it. How lucky can I be, to have a week like this?

I'm watching various different versions of the sun, with moon attending. I’m walking through Hyde Park, bunking off bouffon to take the sun into my skin and spend a peaceful moment on my own.

I watched some fabulous theatre in the park. On a stretch of grass with a park bench facing it, a crow, a squirrel and two rabbits did a status dance. The crow thought he was it. He spent his time, well, crowing, and hopping towards the bigger rabbit to shoo him away. The squirrel didn’t give a shit, and came and went at her own pace, like a jester, exempt from social rules. The bigger rabbit paid lip service to moving, offering a half-hearted hop at every chase. The little one, who appeared from the bushes after a particularly vocal shout, seemed unaware. This carried on until, all of a sudden, a regal-looking heron swooped in and stood centre-stage. He posed for a portrait as a French woman raised her camera, turning his head to the side. Most of the time, he just stood.

don't fuck with me

The crow changed his tack, still crowing and making ratchetty sounds, clucks and scratches with his beak, but subserviently facing away, semi-brave to make himself heard, but reverent nevertheless, bowing down and crawing at the ground. The rabbits shuffled off. A pigeon came. Finally, the Frenchwoman’s flash put an end to the heron’s reign and the crow remained, ruling only by default, without a subject in sight. Status play at its best. Thanks, animals and birds. You entertained me.

Empty trees set against a pale blue sky, budding their very best, too early for the summer warmth. Sun setting brashly, all chintzy gold and lake-long rippling reflections. Moon rising wholesomely, lit in a palid light, but present through the trees. Lovers kissing up against trunks, or cosseting in the grass. Do I imagine them humbling in their throats like pigeons do?

wtf

I’m getting myself in gear to wander home and work. I have so much to do. I’m grateful, though, for the gift I gave myself – a bit of evening off, relaxed, at ease. Hyde Park Corner beckons, and the overground, a bus, maybe… some way to make my way back to my room – my room for just another week or so before my home comes into play. God, I’m looking forward to that. Big, gumptious thank yous for this week. Seriously… glitter and peacock feathers in the air, fireworks, fanfares, trumpets. Tooooooot!

Heavy metal owls and ker-plunk sticks, for your viewing pleasure