I've been rendered speechless. I'm sorry. I've tried and I've failed to write here. There are about 37 drafts waiting for edits. I don't know what happened.
But today it's hard to resist the charms of the beautiful day. Yves Klein blue skies. Swooping hawks. The bright green fronds of the pepper tree. Tiny yellow birds darting amongst the canyon oaks. A warm breeze. And it's the sixth of November. London is cold and grey and drizzly. It's impossible not to be grateful.
My oldest girlfriend in the world who lives in London texts me this morning, early, like at 5 when I'm barely awake with a picture of a sparkly golden dress. "Just bought this. So guilty" she says. We talk about feast or famine, acronyms, french sexual terms, roast chicken, bandy about some song lyrics (we can harmonize almost any Bowie song you want to throw our way -- and well), giggle, giggle some more, and decide we should have a radio show wherein we banter. I don't know what I'd do without her. I really don't know what I'd do.
I am grateful for serendipity, for spotted dogs, for the birdsong that greeted me this morning, for kind and good men, for girlfriends, for the fact that Thanksgiving is just around the corner and my baby girl will be home.
Thank you, dear readers, for being on this journey, and for your wise counsel and support and love. It's incredibly lovely. What a long, strange trip it's been.
Knowing you as I do -- and I do and do not know you -- I think you should be aware of a fantastically wonderful group of writers. They are known as Dark Angels, based in London / Scotland. They are bound by a love of language -- and in their day jobs, they are almost all, to a person, copywriters. Business writers. They hold workshops in Spain, Oxford and Scotland. Small groups of about 10 or so gather for three to five days to think, write, talk and bring more heart, life, courage, and Yves Klein blue sky to the page. This may or may not interest you. But having been to Spain and Oxford with Dark Angels, I suspect it might strike your fancy. Google Dark Angels writers, UK.
ReplyDeleteStrange trips are best carried out wearing guilty gold dresses, your friend is smart.
ReplyDeleteLovely post... you're not quitting us, are you? That last bit sounded too much like a farewell.
ReplyDeleteOh Bumble,
ReplyDeleteYou take us on your journey, with all its pleasures and painful steps, but we keep coming back for more, at least I do.
Class like yours is not easily found. When it is, it is cherished.
You should never be speechless! You write beautifully! What an interesting person you are and I love your BlogSpot!
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