Sunday, November 02, 2008



I blasted out of urban London.
My Prius still loving the mileage counter.
Me loving the less needy visits to the petrol stations.

Two main motorways from here, M25 and M40.
The I peel off the motorway following my friend Sat Nav.

Suddenly I am in old England, countryside called Oxfordshire.
I gently drive along roads lined in walls made of old bricks and mortar.
Little villages pass by.
I breathe slower.
I enjoy 'turn next left in 100 yards'
"Yes luv" I say.

I arrive at this old Abbey, once real Abbey.
It speaks of old world richness, as does the village it rests in.
I look down at my Converse All Stars - they are muddy!
I don't get this in Romford I sob.
Stink.

We are in conference over the week-end.
View the Pipturesque by clicking each pic.
(Why have I had 1000's more clicks on my blog this week?)

As Trustees we are responsible for the legal status of the Charity.
More so, as Directors of the Charity, - the exciting journey into envisioning.
Envisioning the future.
Imagineering the future of a thin place where we all can desire to step outside our comfort zones.
WANT to !
In this place where growth resides,
a place called uncomfortable.

A place called uncertainty.
A place called exciting.

We have long sessions, short meals and sleep.
We have a big agenda.
Massive prep by a wondrous staff team.
Guided by a great Chair.
Love it.

On the way home, guided by satellites,
I feel something on the back of my neck.
Gripping the road with my eyes,
I reach my hand behind without much thought.
Suddenly I feel a burn on my finger,
then on my neck,
I find myself gripping something,I grip it and then flick it away.
I feel a lump on my neck.
I lump on my finger
80 mph flashes by as I feel it.
My water bottle refreshes the tissue compressed.
I wonder what could have burned me.

Then I see a wasp flying around the car!
ALL four window slide down and,
at 40 mph, I let the bugger out.
I have been stung - but where did it come from?

My iPhone is set for 4 am get-up.
I will go to Leeds - Rhino county.
I may not be able to show you the beautiful Pipturesque from the school tomorrow.
Or those of my swollen neck.
But I will tell you, and everyone tomorrow, that 'you are beautiful'.
You need to hear it.
We need to hear it.
Know it.
Love it and feed our love for self and others.

I think I will be full of blogging tomorrow when the day is almost done!
bhp.