A woman once said to Charlotte I do not need a diary, it’s all in here, tapping her head. This so impressed Charlotte, thereafter, she felt no need to record. Indeed her memory is well exercised, practiced and acute. We talked of origination stories, how we first met each other. With Gemma she remembers her blue corduroy coat (she was working in the fashion business) and how Gemma invited a different language. Charlotte and I met in Halesworth library, Charlotte reminded me: I was with Bryan from Boston. You have to go to Varanasi, I said demonstratively.
Gemma and Keith – waggle and daube
Here is Charlotte’s version – so much more beautiFULL, and meandering.
https://substack.com/home/post/p-143293334
In a later post – mark is naturally part of the weft of the weave – she says , It’s if Mark’s life itself was a visit, and now I’m living the dreaming of things.
And this.
You might ask: why are we looking at butterflies in a time of emergency, are there not bigger matters at hand? Because if you want to understand the natural alchemy of this Earth, why lying alongside plants until your mind cedes governance to the heart is crucial, you need to know that change happens in the small places, with these small alliances: the shooting start that opens up the universe, the miniscule mushroom that converts sugar to alcohol. The lighting of a fire and the witnessing of a sunrise. These things stop a world going the way of entropy and insure regeneration.
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