Ice and heat.

 I feel like I am ice, except it is my memory that slides away from under me, rather than, my feet. 

If I just do, I am fine, I can get on a train, or I can go and have fun at a craft fair for a day, I can even produce a jolly tea towel, but all the years leading up to this point are a jumble of whispers. I try to catch what they are saying, I try and search the memory banks, but they are like tapes wiped clear.  There is just this faint echo, that something once happened. Of course it could be dementia, or does the body protect the living being within, from all that has happened to it.  Just focus on today, it says. Or at least I hope it does,  cos otherwise it is dementia and I am stuffed

Living Craft Hatfield.

Meanwhile the election has come and gone, despite the long sustained period here without rain, but of flood elsewhere, Reform has captured the hearts and minds of people ready to dance whilst the earth burns.    Us vaguely woke people though are almost always clobbered by our own desires and made hypocrites by the way we live our lives.   I am trying to sort out pictures from years back, but nothing seems to work, the technology just as intransigent as my mind, and still I take more pictures.  All these attempts to hold the memory,  and for a moment it works, but what about all the pictures I did not take.   More whispers. 

Anyway, one day it will all be gone and hopefully N will find this record if nothing else, and that might help him remember if not what I was like but some of the things I did. 

I went to a Buddhist meeting recently, with a friend from the Harmony Gardens, it disturbed me oddly, avoiding the truth or a recognition, that truth had not been in the room. Anyway it had nice consquences as I have messaged J and C in Bhutan to discuss their thoughts.  Sometimes I chant with the friend, it helps us both, but to her is embedded in the Buddism she practices, whereas I am now having to read up on things to understand what I have been chanting. 

Very importantly, N has taken this huge leap in being.  I will do some publicity for his new tattoo and mediation place tomorrow, through him life has taken on yet another adventure.   I am going to go on a workshop there, so will experience it for myself.   

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