thursday has just begun. i'm sitting in the kitchen, writing on the table, munching gluten free chocolate stars on vanilla soya milk... i'm thinking, after running around today, trying to have the windscreen fixed (saturday, now), cycling (third day in a row), not smoking (third day in a row) and not having wine (third day in a row). it's a bit chilly; i've put the heating on to take the edge for a bit. is the weather turning? autumn/ spring? the sun is still shining (rather warm on my skin yesterday), but it has rained and it gets windy... i'm not ready yet, although i am preparing, organising, fixing, tidying, remembering, feeling, keeping clean, cool, calm and collected (although i shouted at the auto glass people)...
the silence continues... it's ok. the twentieth day of the month... simmering...
friday 13 was DJ day/ party time somewhere else... a friend is leaving the country, so i joined a gathering afterwards east. there was food for plants passing around and i certainly passed; recreation and style are my mottos and these have changed direction, gladly...
i found myself in a different environ on saturday night 14, where two hours became nine and i listened to a lot of ska, watching the skinheads and the rockabillies and the rastas dancing and mingling and necking down the beer... time warp, but nice...
on sunday 15, i was in bed with someone in my pyjamas, without the someone (skype) for about four hours and that brought back sweet memories; we chatted and then we met for pizza and some wine and another long chat on love, art, life... new found behaviour and mateship... that night, bad news on a good friend's rather nasty (she is alive and healing well and sleeping peacefully, as i'm writing this), bike accident (not her fault, but a car's, which hit her back wheel and knocked her on the floor unconscious for a bit, with thankfully no internal bleeding, but a big bash), brought the weekend to a shock and horror and fright and more compassion and more love (where is she, when i really need her?), of how temporal and selfish and stupid we all are with our futile fights and self indulgent experiments and i got distracted and pulled away from my trance, to be practical and useful, by making calls and offering help and support...
memories of other painful events (ie rosie's brain haemorrage, my own motorbike accident and the big sea, which keeps us apart), all came flooding in, to make me realise...
i coudn't sleep... yes, i dreamt again of (when i finally fell asleep)... and it was another lovely, prophetic, busy dream...
monday and tuesday became my visiting hospital days (a long and a short one), with tears (i could hardly contain them, so i let them out upon my exit), hugs, kisses, kind words, other people, more hugs, sadness for the incident, but sheer joy for the positive outcome, texts, calls, facebook messages, cards, lavender oil for the pressure points, pret - a - manger and e.a.t sandwitches, cakes and mousses, via watching the nurse testing with simple questions to make sure she was mentally alert and simple physical exercises, to make sure she was able to lift legs and squeeze hands... i was taking it all in, looking at the other patients, who were older and in seeemingly more severe situations than my friend and thought how lucky she has been. how a single blow could take away everything we have learnt and/ or worked hard for away, to start again from the basics... she is in pain, uncomfortable, but in a very strange way, i am glad that she feels the pain, instead of... hears the construction work that goes on downstairs and gets annoyed by it, instead of... she will be ok. and she will heal. and she will cycle again. and life will continue with all its beauties and bumps... time for loving, not fighting...
and i shall keep an eye on her wonderful partner, who's been a hero, a rock, patient and giving her hand, her time, her love with no complain, no panic, no distress... but i would like to offer her a cushion to lie on when the ordeal is over, so that she can rest...
we are all in this together and love is the answer, as we know that for sure...
i love you (if you are reading this, with no fear, hesitation and hopefully, less and less ego every day). be safe.
walk, cycle, drive, fly, travel safely everyone... we must meet again in this glorious rollercoaster, called LIFE!
