Having finally landed, Edinburgh, Brighton, Winchester, Edinburgh, Brighton, Winchester, Edinburgh, Brighton, Winchester, Oklahoma, New York, Brighton, Winchester, Brighton, Oxford, Liverpool, Brighton... flying, driving, hundreds of miles... and now with nothing to eat in the house, an old black dog sneaked up and reminded me that time isn't mine to keep but only something I am allowed to borrow now and then. This is the time of now and then, remember the time we wasted, languid days on faraway beaches, reading books and listening to waves lapping on exotic shores - sigh. And as Mother's Day signs start appearing in shops you know the year is marching on (trump, tramp, tromp) before you have had a chance to take stock of the old year just gone. And now I find myself deliberating the idea of 'bifurcation' for a paper for Axon Journal and I am thinking an imaginary bifurcation, and a walk in another direction through a projected nostalgia, a daydream journey into what if... I love how the Mandé have tunes that celebrate their family name and this tune speaks of optimism so maybe I will march to this, its called 'Kala Djula'
