Offering space

There are moments when the action shifts and it can offer someone space or comfort. They can ask for it to happen knowing that I will never say no and that it can be there for them as much as it is my daily ritual. In these moments as vain as it may sound I feel proud of the space the action creates and privileged  that it can offer what is needed.

Day 261

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Overdue connections

Day 260 – a little attempt

I’ve talked before about the attempt to hold hands with someone who is quite young and how in that moment the time is the difficult factor. It doesn’t take away from the joy of trying and the different quality the exists in holding their hand.

Day 260

And holding hands with someone who I have wanted to connect with for a while. As comfortable as I imagined.

Daniel draws whilst I each lunch

Of late I have found a certain amount of functionality creeping into my daily practice. It still remains an exercise in being present yet I find that now and again I am in a situation where myself and my hand holder remain attached to the things we are doing or engage with other things we have to do at the time. I have found that I sometimes worry that this means I am taking it for granted but I think I have come to realise that it is the response of letting the action be part of my everyday.

Sharing the Space with you

Ghost Dance by the amazing Patti Smith
We shall live again
We shall live

What is it children that falls from the sky?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye
Mannah from Heaven, from the Most High
Food from the Father, tayi, taye aye

We shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again
Shake out the ghost dance
(We shall live)

Peace to your brother, give and take peace
Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet
One foot extended, snake to the ground
Wave up the earth, one turn around

We shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again
Shake out the ghost dance
(We shall live again)

Stretch out your arms, now tip and swing
Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi
Threw out the shoe over the soil
Dust off the words that shaped from the tale

We shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again
Shake out the ghost dance
(We shall live again)

Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost
Bread of Your bread, host of Your host
We are the tears that fall from Your eyes
Word of Your word, cry of Your cry

We shall live again
We shall live again
We shall live again

What is it, Father, in Your eye?
What is this [Incomprehensible] , eyes of God?
[Incomprehensible] feels, just what I need
You used to fly me the way to speed

What is it, Father, holy that night?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right?
What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven?
What is it, Father, that shapes from Your hand?

What is it, Father, that makes me spin around?
What is it, Father, that brings, bring me down?
What is it, Father? You can’t tell what I like
What is it, Father? I just ride [Incomprehensible]

What is it, Father? I can tell you one night
What is it, Father? I can tell what I like
What is it, Father, are You into shape?
What is it, Father, are You calling today?

A commitment to commitment

The week beginning day 240 is the week that sees 2 of the most awesome people I know get married. A great week for hand holding and a time when you notice that it’s not just as straight forward as asking someone to hold your hand. Not in Britain at least.

To a joyous week filled with love

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