...... I am away and still out of eMail 'send' - but I get yours ok ....... I am in 'the country' ......... even the mobile phones are avoiding the rest of the world .......... but I can get wifi to do this blog and ......
It is on. Both the Sheilas have time between jobs for this w/end so we are all, the four of us, off tp Reims to drink Champagne and be together hey hey.
I am between jobs too, away from home too, so will not be touching home ground much in the next eight days ........ then I will be at home-base-office to get back to you or get my act together. I think I have a w/end off just before Valentines Day (have a nice gig planned shhhhh) and then I am away for four week-ends on d trot .............
hope my diary commitments are not too boring ........ so I will tell you how I feel ::
'Why am I afraid to tell you who I am'
is the title on the front cover of my favourite book .........
and on the back ::
'...... because if I tell you who I am, and you don't like who I am, that is all I have.'
I am feeling a wee bit tired right now - two days intensive facilitation with no breaks and a late night.
I feel good inside.
I feel satisfied that I have come into contact with two new groups and feel that both have accepted me. I feel I have not oppressed them or stimulated any insecurity in them ........ at the same time I have worked to stretch and develop them .......... and - as usual - myself.
My eyes are a wee leaky ...... back to top of the paragraph.
I feel 'beautiful imperfection'
I never think I am beautiful in the handsome stakes. But I believe I am beautiful in the 'human becoming' journey ................ if I felt I was at a stand still I think I would feel 'not-ok' and that brings my imperfection to the surface.
I want to be uncomfortable - uneasy - yearning -
I want to constantly refresh the irritation ........
I want to disturb my comfortable .......
I want to comfort my disturbed ......
.......... stay with me here ....... I will stay with you for eternity .........
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