The Living Evolution

When opportunity knocks at our door. We open and walk through. I’m extremely grateful of this one. Thank you! Three days in a cabin in Cenarth, west Wales, playing old vinyl records, drinking lots of tea, a drop of red and no phone or internet signal, has been a blast. Half hermits. A 7 hour drive, thankful I bought bog roll, shits and giggles, spiders, screams, spitting drinks out laughing, Spaced, Simon and Garfunkel and I never thought I would… Frank Sinatra on vinyl was rather relaxing! (Veronica – you were right!) Tubular Bells for the first time fully (howling? What was that?)
Watch a mini document of it HERE

Poppit Sands were nippy but pure and adorable, warm in my coat flying a kite with Jo and Ange, paddling. Followed by a stunner of a day in the sunshine on Tenby beach has refreshed the soul. Visiting family in Abertillery too made this trip very special. I always feel I’m ‘coming home’ when we spend time in Wales. The need to buy a cabin and disappear grows greater. Surrounded by trees that are about to turn into the amber and reds of autumn is mesmerizing. Cabin Ishbel is a dream to stay in. Writing and recording music there is a must!
Had we have taken our cozzies, i’d have been swimming in the sea on an unusually hot day, at the end of September! The golden sands are enough to tip the “let’s really move here” opinion of Clange. The sea air and sand in my crocs was the world I wanted. The dark long nights come. Buy more incentive to succeed beyond the present motivates unrelenting commitment to ones talents. I’m grateful for this time spent. Relaxed and reenergized is a good state to be. The boat and cabin means a little more workload in the meantime ūüėČ I’ll never settle for a reality that I live in unless it’s beautiful and inspirational. Living evolution of life means exploration and realization. Filling my life with the positives and disregarding wasted energy on negatives is extremely healthy. Each time I gaze upon a sky my zen lingers a little closer for longer. IMG_8210.JPG

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People who get drenched by vehicles driving past in the rain

The victims of road puddle splash by incidents make me cry laughing. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Yes it’s happened to me. But I laugh.

Today I riffled again at this poor person: I know the very bus stop. It is like a Tsunami when it rains. Queues of people get drenched. I now stand near by. I have chuckled out loud after a wave has hit an innocent. It happened again today! This was posted to the bus company via Facebook. Brilliant!

“Absolutely fuming, one of your brown line buses that was out of service drove past me five minutes ago whilst waiting outside city hospital bus stop on Hucknall road. Driver drove so fast through a puddle I am now absolutely drenched, got dirty water in my ear, eyes , face and hair even though I was stood well back from the road. After a twelve hour shift its the worst possible way to end my day, not impressed whatsoever.”

Rat Race Trivialities, Travel, Utopia.

My day.

This morning. After being woken from my slumber, by having my knee farted on by Ange. Rambo our cat squatting to pee on our duvet ( in all the top kitty excitement after chasing our other cat Pattie around the house. He has¬†normally¬†taken to pissing on the bath mat, I can cope with this) Being watched and joined by both cats while sat on the toilet. Then having to collect our beer cans scattered about the street after a windy burst and wheelie bin¬†misdemeanour¬†episode!! (Dont want to look like lushes!! We’ve been enjoying 3% Bitter¬†Shandies¬†this weekend, Rock and Roll, I know!!)

Then commenced the joyful travelling. On public transport. The loudest voice on the planet was seated next to us. Life story, every single second recounted. We both decided headphones and loud music emergency!! I seriously am not a hearing loud talky person morning tolerator. In fact I dont want to talk to anyone first thing. Except my wifey of course.

Then upon getting the connecting bus to work. Having changed my usual route in Nottingham City Centre, disrupted by roadworks. (TRAFFIC CHAOS) YIPPEE!!!!! I’ve actually just sent an email to complain as my button has truly been pushed today. The 34 unilink bus driver seems to think that Jamming and Ramming as many human beings on a bus as possible, like sardines is acceptable. The fact that I couldn’t even reach a bell to ring, to get off. Had to forcefully squeeze myself past 7 people. Bearing in mind I WAS AT THE BLOODY FRONT!! Taking the Michael. I tell Thee! If I’d had a paper bag, I’d have allowed myself a panic attack. Instead I stood on someones foot while exiting, stuck my tits in someone elses face, and made a load of them get off so I could. A stop early , just for fresh air! Swearing under my breath. I’m sure some crap joke exists about how many students it takes to change a lightbulb on a bus to make ¬£1 profit for NCT. Any accident, we’d be looking at mush, gore and lots of broken limbs, noses and toes. Good Job its on the A & E route. Ridiculous. I’m awaiting reply.

Then I had the joy of listening to ‘Red Wine’ by UB40. On of my most hated songs. Even if you got me rat arsed and drugged me up with happiness. I’d still hate it. AAAARGH

After a normal, pleasant working day.

My humous, carrots and sugarsnap peas began to ferment. Just ready for hometime.

Stupidly I didn’t get on the 1st bus. Hoping to get the city loop. My phone battery had died (Bummer) so no music and having to listen to people noise again.

Then 2 busses passed us! Not stopping, rammed. Shame they dont apply that principle going from City Centre in the mornings. Thank you, spectacular,  I thought. Then rammed bus came eventually. I stood examining a students ginger beard infront of me, Thinking, oooooh.uuuurgh.

Then gridlock. (I found out later accident) The whole of City Centre at a standstill! Times like this I wish horse and carts were still the main method of transport. Apart from having to shovel up turds off the road. The pace without hustle and bustle would be a chilled as the feeling one feels as a drunk musician on stage with an unresponsive audience. Easy.

I’ve just farted on Anges hand, next to me on the sofa. She’s just commented on the reverberation ¬†through her bones.. karma is a bitch. Teach her to fart on my knees while spooning in bed.ha ha ha.

So then I get off as soon as humanly possible and walk into Town. I eventually got home, to our sanctuary , full of wind. Scared Ange to death, who was asleep on the sofa.

Now we’ve¬†apparently¬†got The Mary Berry Story to watch on TV! Our normality comes later. Making Jam and biscuits naked with just aprons. Watering the plants with cold tea from the pot. domestic joy. Doing the river dance in the living room. ¬†Lighting a fire in the garden and throwing magickal herbs on it. Playing hunt the veggie sausage. Playing ¬†murder in the dark/hide and seek in the loft without clattering the ladder. Planning our Mount Everest Trek, Saving the world. Creating voodoo dollies for the car boot stall. Chewing corn for gummy parrots, not tripping over the rug, not screaming when spiders attack, Inventing for the dragons den, growing our leg hair for winter…not….Laughing at people who think its about them!!

Or usually sitting in our home sauna with a plum in my mouth!

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Guitar and meditation, tuning into my Reiki Master later. We will sleep like logs tonight.  Oh well, back to the rat race tomorrow.

The Train… Journeying

The Train…. Journeying
Meditation music in my ears. Sends me sleepy.
The appetizing smell of Cheesy Doritios. My nose adores, my present stomach virus sends me nausea. It’s like I’m in two halves. Above and below myself.
Anything for a lung of fresh breeze. We forgot the ham cobs and green olives. Too busy saying goodbye to the cats. Plus new kittens yet to be born. Neighborly good spirit and kindness is appreciated. The lovely hand knitted draught excluder. My Mum managed to make in a week to keep out the cold in our hallway. Bless her.
My Pumpkin Hot Chocolate is something special to be adored. National Geographic is my companion. I entered the competition to India way before we departed. Trains I can read on. Boats and sea sickness never affect me. Plane take offs make me anxious. Cars.. Well cars and buses. If I even read my phone while traveling in them . Nausea and headache instantly. Motorbike and cycling exploration is adventure.
I close my eyes and see blue pastures. Slowly rocking in my lullaby seat. It’s Christmas Holidays. The passengers relaxed, Happy, heading to their destinations. Coach C is decorated the colour of the sea. Where I’m heading.
Listening to the bloke trying to claim the ‘unreserved’ table 4 seats as his own “reserved” for friends. Who happen to be invisible. Making himself look stupid to the other passenger who has rightfully claimed and encroached in this free “space”. Saying he will move when the “friends” appear.. Chortle. Now he takes his shoes off and rests his socks on the seat opposite to gain more territory.
In the pitch black night sky, that this time in 6 months will be brilliant sunshine, marshmallow Clouds and bumble bee blue skies. That smell of summer. Missed in the dark, damp winter time. Tomorrow I will smell the sea air. The healing energies will clear my troubled mind. My guilty mind. For again, I suffer caught illness. My body just won’t allow activity beyond a shuffle. My mind can’t handle tv. Even though we both laughed oh so loudly at the “Food Poisoning” Scene in ‘Bridesmaids’ last night. A lifetime top 10 Rofl for me. Yule, Solstice. 22/12/12. No ending to the World. A new Dawn.