Waiting

I'm about to embark upon my first experience of a book club. This is super exciting and will encourage me to read as much as I used to before motherhood. Our first book will be Waiting by Ha Jin. This feels strangely apt.........

Farewell

Reminded I am

There are songs that I discovered after you, which remind me of you. It's not only the lyrics. Although of course there is some of that. Nor is it just because of the emotions in the sound. Though obviously this plays its' part. Largely, it is the connections that are reminiscent. Like stepping stones, a musical pathway, as accidental as the road that led to you.

The pathway steps along like this: Heartless Bastards appeared as a recommendation on YouTube​. I realised, albeit through alcohol infused memories, that we'd listened to them together. They were new to me then. I still don't know if Cigarettes after Sex came up for us. Though I have a feeling that they did. Maybe because of Heartless Bastards and maybe because of you, Cigarettes after Sex appeared on YouTube next. Some time later, a few months perhaps, Snowmine arrived. And it is Snowmine that triggers thoughts of you more than any other music. Though we never listened to this band together. I think you'd like them. 

Even if everything else you gave me was flawed or perhaps even false.  I do thank you for the music. There is authenticity and great beauty in it all.

Ironic though it be, reminded of you I am. 

Xxx

Love will win

It seems impossible to comprehend how the families and friends of the young people who died in Manchester will continue with their lives. Yet, I do know that somehow, with support, with love, they will.

Those that lost their lives in Manchester and across the globe, I hope they are resting in peace.

Those that have lost their loved ones, I hope they will meet and hug in their dreams.

It is difficult but somehow we must continue with our unique way of life because there is no absolute blueprint on how we should live. As long we operate with a continuous pattern of kindness, we are living a good life.

Though it seems hard to see at this time, in the end, love always over-shadows hate.

❤❤❤

Still

Best advert ever!

Tidal wave

It is not merely a case of someone understanding your algorithm. You also must recognise theirs. The knowledge of the heart must reach out and mingle perfectly with another. The perfection is not of aesthetics nor materiality nor fashion. It is not even of wisdom or character. The heart sees its own right person. It does not do so through logic but through some system that our brains cannot fully comprehend. When it happens, it hits you like a tidal wave.

Ceilidh Rave

Discussions at work today culminated in a Ceilidh Rave Fusion. Well, my thoughts landed on the idea, we didn't actually have a Ceilidh Rave, mores the pity.  This bizarre concept probably suggests a couple of things: our in-work conversations are strange, my thought processes are even stranger. Yet is the fusion so utterly out there?

I've danced until my toes ache at a Rave, I've experienced similar foot throb at a Ceilidh. Both events have ended in a near-daylight, stumbling, debauched exit. Similarly, following both, my eyes blinked at the small hours, whilst my ears cowered​ at unexpected bird song. Yes, chemicals have played their part, as you might expect.  In fact, toxin fueled dancing is the hardest you will ever endure. And god damn it, you sweat BIG. The Ceilidh, of course, is more formalstyle than freestyle but no less bouncy for it. Finally, both Ceilidhs and Raves may be enjoyed in large buildings, which ideally, are hidden away from those who would complain about the noise pollution. The Rave and the Ceilidh: a match made in heddonistic heaven, no?

Yes. I can foresee a Ceilidh Rave. If a DJ can mix Mozart with the Sugarbabes, it should prove mere childs-play to mix a Sasha tune with some crazy Ceilidh fiddling.

A gentle Google search for Ceilidh Raves proved to be fruitless. I did stumble across a Disco Ceilidh but I'm unsure on what this entails. C E I L I D H doesn't really roll off​ the tongue like D I S C O (https://youtu.be/GSi4HE0OBcA), nevertheless it could work beautifully if we avoid false acronyms in song lyrics.

The Ceilidh Rave: let's do this!

Only for the hardcore UK Ceilidhers!

Yours, as ever,


The RGF xxx