Sunday, 5 November 2017

There are some things I can't take with me...




Irritating new age lady persuading me to run wild food walks by saying she can get money for me from them. I feel anger at the way she is behaving. I get convinced. The group want to see the meadow. I say we need to stay in the veg garden. This is not a meditation walk. But I do want to focus on cultivation.

Something about a tower block, being in the city,. A dance, 2 women who look similar. One of them had been fasting and dancing, she exhausted, so I pick her up, put her in car.

The larger one is more irritating. Light colored hair. 

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Mum is upset. I have a cigarette, she crying. I say goodbye. Worry she will smell the smoke on my breath.

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I meet some people round the old fire place at Coed , this one girl keeps talking, can't stop, this other girl says she needs to stay here longer. There's more work to be done.

I realise that one of the truths is that Coed needs to be accessible to people who can't afford to come to the events.

It's a spiritual thing.

I'm in my car. My dad is driving, from the passenger side. I'm falling asleep. No my dad is driving with the lights off in the dark, he's not there, the car is driving it's self along a dark road, I'm too tired to get up and steer, but it doesn't seem to crash.

I'm with Chris benjamin, we are down by a lake , and we got a classroom of kids to teach. His mum is concerned about the powders, and I have to explain that powders are used in lots of medic stuff.

I climb up a tall tall wall it's a conveyors belt.
We manage to get the kids to have lots of fun in drama.

We also manage to get the work with the string done. It's lots of fun. I feel good.

There are some things I can't take with me..

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