Day "17": Have a Carrot

I've got out of the habit of writing the blog, which is a shame, because I bloody love it. It's like taking communion. It's a little ritual that takes the spirit of whatever is into my body and makes it feel alive again. A ritual that reminds and one that nourishes. 

What a face! 

Rituals are perfect for that. It's not that the dance or prayer or laying out of candles MAKES a thing happen, nor that the ritual of burying a loved one means that the goodbye is any more complete than without it, but that the act of ritualising it makes the senses ready to receive what they need to. It's like sweeping the floor before guests come or laying out the red carpet. It's a language of its own. 


Today, I spent the day with the wonderful, magical, fucking lovely Tiu de Haan. She helped me buy a Very Smart Jacket and some respectable (and lovely) boots. I shall cut a finer figure thanks to her. 

My doggos at their home boarding place. Sweet little faces.
Handsome girls.

Tomorrow I do a workshop with the Fabulous Veal (my improv partner, Simon), led by Katy Schutte, who I know only through others who love her. I'm scexcited. I am rusty as an old bucket on the improv front, but looking forward to playing and not leading. Looking forward to learning and stretching a bit. And looking forward to having a go on Veal (in an improv way). 

And on Sunday, I'm doing a dating thing. Not so much to meet someone in an active way, but to put myself out there. I may not be 'ready', but I will be by the time the wheels get in motion. I'm thinking of this as cleaning the chain and checking that the pedals are on. Who knows what will come of that. 

It's good to be back, cocking about with words and pictures. It's good to be home.