Monday 8 September 2008


It's Monday, and just had an incredible weekend which has left me utterly transformed. This is Friday's improvisation which was to another poem from Astrid. I didn't think it was a great improvisation (the poem's much better!), although it tried to capture the playful mood. Writing now on Monday, this seems like 'ancient history'. I feel a completely different person. To paraphrase Eliot (and Bateson) I'm finding myself knowing love as if for the first time... it's a fantastic discovery!
Calla Lily
Carefully walking, on the outermost ridge of the spathe,
this thought and that thought,
this feeling and that feeling,
gliding to the centre.

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