Day 628: Flit

Stalker

If I hadn't blogged, the kingfisher would have been forgotten. I saw it this morning, flitting like imagination above the surface, flashing green-blue sheen at the world. Just by being the colour he is, he lifts my spirits right up. I still don't know if he's a boy or a girl, but it seems sloppy, and I think of him as he. 

It wasn't this cold

Yesterday, I was startled by the stillness of the heron. It was my first time in the water for a few days and the temperature had dropped a degree or so, so I was fairly concentrated on noticing the different sensations in my body, and the disconnect because of my gloved hands, when I saw him. Still as stone - I even thought someone might have put a garden centre heron there for a laugh, and then the gentlest angling of his head helped me notice the intensity of his stare into the water. He was stalking like cats do, only with more elegance, no waggling of bottom and a completely different tale. 

Actual stalker

He struck me as a stalker, though right now, everyone does. I've been watching The Fall, see. It makes me think that everyone's about to kill me horribly, especially warm-eyed, handsome men with beards and lilting accents. Or just men. The other day, when the taxi driver announced he was taking me a different route because the roads were too foggy, I looked at his very intense eyes in the rear-view mirror and seriously considered sending a few texts to say goodbye. He dropped me off beautifully and helped me with my bag, of course, but even that could be a sign!


The Fall is well worth it, if you like thrillers. Of course there is nasty violence against women. Of course there is. It's a police drama. And there are some intensely brilliant characters, fine performances and some ace writing. You decide. And Gillian Anderson is entirely mesmerising, like an actual hypnotist. When she's on the screen, I have to be looking. She is poised and elegant and real. I kind of want to be her. 

TEDx joy with Kate Faragher

I'm full of thankfulness for The TEDx Brixton people, especially Stephanie Busari, for sorting this shit out. A bit like when I went to Australia, I'd wanted to for so very long, it was 'a dream come true' just doing it. If it had been the worst thing ever, it would have been amazing. Actually, it was quite nice. I found orchids and bull mastiffs, discovered permaculture and Denny's and lots of dangerous bugs. So now I've done a TEDx talk. I think my job is do some more research and testing and make something tangible out of these ideas... experiment. 

Ha: google images result for 'a call to dance'

Thank you to Sue Rickards - not only is she the best, most down-to-earth 5 Rhythms teacher I know and a lovely creature, she's also a committed brilliant person (and she's got an ace face and a very pleasing demeanour). She holds space like no other, is grounded and playful and runs monthly Spuds for North Korea nights after the Saturday wave, to raise money for Amnesty's work there trying to get people out of prison camps and trying to improve human rights in the country. You can support it too, if you like. Give that there link a click and find out some more. If you want to hear a bit more without reading stuff, watch this clip. It's not the easy option, though. It makes a tough bit of viewing, though well worth it. 

It's such a great night, too, the post spud thing. People bring music and stuff to perform and they hang out till late. I'm getting there. By next time, I'll have something to sing and I'll learn to accompany it on the guitar, and I'll do a thing. This time, I chatted with a few people and then went home (very much needed). They raised lots of money, though, and it was an all round bag of brilliance. 

I had another fight dance with one person. I loved that, I did. Didn't know I was in the mood for it, but it turns out I was. Lots of snarling and a little bit of gnashing of teeth. Mint! I also had a massage dance with lovely Oliver, who went straight for the bit of my body that is the most painful when touched (my right instep) and landed a thumb right on the point that makes me cringe - good energy, though, so I breathed through it/sucked it up. It was just what I needed last night - some epic hugs and some crazy stomping, and then some focus on other people. Big love, Sue, and thanks. 

There is so much more... THIS is why doing this daily is the way to go.