Well I’ve got to the stage now of being truly numbed into vapidity by the utter greenness of everything around here, the endless nature all over the place, the hills, the space, the slowness, the stability and even the birdsong.
When a man is tired of London etc ; go online.
I’ve been making some investigations over the last few days into the Zeigarnik Effect ( the interested reader will know it, or find out about it online) astrology and intuitives, then the usual things about us all being at the end of a huge energic cycle, ‘radical regeneration’ and suchlike. Also I looked into the current rise in telepathy ( and its connection with autism, some believe ), which an Indian friend told me about in Delhi a few months ago.
And I have a cheery, life-loving current airbnb guest so there’s been some good chat there too. In the flesh and face-to-face.
Made my bed, brushed my teeth, watered the plants, emptied the dishwasher, did my steps, caught up onWhatsapp messages, counted my blessings/’acknowleged gratitude’, did some cooking, admired the view, heard the birds, skim-read the headlines, and exchanged idle pleasantries with a neighbour. Wrote this little rant too.
And it’s still only 10.30 am.
Out There & In Here 