I have driven for six hours in one day this week.
Another two days, each for three hours.
I usually travel by train.
I love the music as I drive.
The comfortable seat.
Guided by satellites ......
Trains and planes,
I am plugged in
music into the ears
directly into the soul.
Trains and planes
also give me time to write.
Less reading
more writing of late.
I look around me.
Looking at humans.
Reading expressions
as they speak on their mobiles.
I try to read the conversations
not lip read
but facial expressions.
Do they love that human?
Do they converse with a colleague?
Is it a child on the other end?
Tension?
Planning?
A date?
Issue raising?
Falling out?
Then I write.
I doodle keywords
in my mini-moleskin
(I have more of them on my Christmas list!)
And the words grow into
spider maps
mind maps.
These words spark
into human faces
as I reflect on those I know
who I have been with
and yearn to know.
I don't believe that there is a human anywhere who will eventually not respond to love.
And that is the commission we have.
To love.
Not things
But humans
and the world we all live in.
This week young humans
telling what they live for -
getting pissed.
Head spliffed.
Dazed dazed
removed from life.
I feel that, when they say it.
But love them as they say it -
it is better out than in.
Better open than secret
and by saying it,
telling another,
it is 'owning' that position/lifestyle/activity/trap/dead-end-street.
Then I ask myself
about my behaviour.
Then I ask why the behaviour.
What inner me
drives the outer and visible me.
Do you stop and run a google over your behaviour?
Then do you ask
"Why do I behave like that"?
