One day, one day less than a mile in circumference, one day before it is gone.
It began slowly, I did not raise until 9.30, working on my computer in bed – what was I doing? writing about Peters visit, again before it is gone. I am writing less these days, aware of the energy the space it fills, both in that time and in the cloud, the electric its storage takes, the future looking to check and parse its utility, and no one to leave it to,l so it is just for me, so I can read again. Therefore it has to be important, and this day I wanted to keep. As I did Peters visit.
I raced up to take the chard and potatoes we’d dug from the community garden yesterday to the community larder. How had it taken me so long to find this gem of a gift in my home town. So many tasty tomatoes of all shapes and sizes from Greengrow. Such rich useful exchange going on. “I’ve been 2 years cancer free, you can do it, it’s not what it used to be. You’ve just got your diagnosis, you’ll be fine.” said Mary’s husband to this man who thought he’d just come in to buy food and find this unexpected sollace. “I did tell Tomas you wanted to see him, but his time is so short in Suffolk”, he explained. I did not expected to find this connection, a visit to Tomas’s home in east Germany on my journey with Kali across Europe. There was far too much chard, also from Greengrow, so I said I’d return to collect what had not been sold, meanwhile such a conversation started another conversation how to cook chard, and two woman took some to cook for the first time in their lives. (butter and soya source)
With an hour to kill in town, I collected my bike from the bike repairer, an unexpected Trump supporter. “He says it how it is, he speaks honestly and he gets stuff done”, same reason as people like Farage. A woman from Michael’s cookery group passes, her face lights up, she says how much she loved the evening we had on the land. You are an extraordinary person, Rachel,
Simon and Pauline, (have you met before) to see the community garden, pick some chard
Delivered remainder rainbow chard to Nat and friend and the Green house, Jonas happy, took a photo, gave me a piece of fig cake.
Brian – we await ourselves. I look at someones face and cannot find the name
Still in bed at 9.30 trying to remember the conversation 2 days ago with Prof PH, as i wanted to capture, save it, it had effectively rocked me. I had not only lost the words but the book that some of the words were in! So I meandered on photographs of Kali, missing him, remembering him.
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