Wot a fucking football match! I love the Italians. Spent the last 2 days heartworking with Roberto Fraquelli - an experience to be revered and savoured.
By the way, the promised 5 day retreat in County Kerry is not going to happen this year. I couldn't quite get my mind around it, what with moving back to London & not knowing what my weekly teaching duties here are going to be. Also I wasn't comfortable with the idea of retreating anywhere, especially to one of the most beautiful places on Earth, to do this stuff. I've always admired and had a fellow-feeling for the Celtic saints who would search out the most God-forsaken, malarial shit-hole they could find, and then live there meditating and praying and dying. Maybe Hackney next year?
Carlo has just been given a Jag. The beautiful get all the luck.
The picture is the view from my bed.
Garden by David Dixon.
By the way, the promised 5 day retreat in County Kerry is not going to happen this year. I couldn't quite get my mind around it, what with moving back to London & not knowing what my weekly teaching duties here are going to be. Also I wasn't comfortable with the idea of retreating anywhere, especially to one of the most beautiful places on Earth, to do this stuff. I've always admired and had a fellow-feeling for the Celtic saints who would search out the most God-forsaken, malarial shit-hole they could find, and then live there meditating and praying and dying. Maybe Hackney next year?
Carlo has just been given a Jag. The beautiful get all the luck.
The picture is the view from my bed.
Garden by David Dixon.
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To me the spirit of nature/life is so much stronger and easier to touch in places where man hasn't yet wreaked his havoc/frightened nature into hiding. Surely it's got to be a good thing, especially for people who mostly live in the city, to go to these places to practice?
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