Reader, forgive me; it's been over a week since my last submission.
May has been so busy. Work has picked up, which is always good news, but I've also had a ridiculous amount of fun. In chronological order, amongst the stuff that's been going on: coffee and a catch-up with a family friend; folk gig - Harry Bird & The Rubber Wellies, supported by Cernewode; coffee and a catch-up with one of my girl friends; family movie night with pizza and popcorn; singing in a concert;
Birdsong at the theatre; teaching at my first co-hosted yoga workshop; indoor surfing at Bedford Flowhouse; Mickey Flannagan gig; coffee and a catch-up with a friend I studied with; cricket and football with my niece, nephews and my brothers, while Grandma kept score; and to top it all, Rush in concert at the LG Arena - best band in the world!
And it's not over yet. I'm planning to go to our local Buddhist meditation centre this evening for a session with Lama Jinpa, a Western Cho Master - don't know what to expect! I have a lunch with 'the girls' booked for Wednesday. Then I'm rounding off the month by going to see Bill Bailey.
Meanwhile, the grass grows up to the windowsills and the dust gathers. Some parts of my house are starting to look like a Miss Haversham theme park. I can't remember where this poem came from, but it seems appropriate to insert it here, with thanks to whoever wrote it:
DUST IF YOU MUST
Dust if you must,
But wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, write a
letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference
between want and need?
Dust if you must,
But there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and
mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to
read,
Friends to cherish – a life
to lead.
Dust if you must,
But the world’s out there,
The sun in your eyes, the
wind in your hair,
A flurry of snow, a shower
of rain,
This day will not come round
again.
Dust if you must,
But bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s
not kind,
And when you go, as go you
must,
You yourself will make more dust.
