Seaside postcard jokes and kiss-me-quick hats have a great deal to say about humour in the UK, I grant you that. Yesterday one of my colleagues remarked how wonderful it was to see two women holding hands on campus in Winchester - and indeed it is great how liberated they should feel. And that is common with undergraduates who should feel relaxed around their University. But strolling through Brighton today and having a laugh in a coffee bar with two mothers and their children, and chatting about coffee with the two boy barristas, and following the hand holding men and men and women and women and women and men around Kensington Gardens I am aware how blessed Brighton is as a town to live in. What is unusual for me is that I noticed, I guess, because (for a change) I was paying attention (because of the Winchester idea running through my thoughts). Up until now (after nearly twenty-five years in Brighton) I haven't really known the carefree to be anything but the status quo. That is not to say there aren't problems, of course there are, I was insulted at a football match yesterday (just banter - huh). But I am grown up enough to knock it into the kiss-me-quick category of the unreconstructed (I hope) because I am not too quick to take offense - although the guy who dumped two empty yoghurt pots on a street table and then walked off left me speechless. I mean why; his litter just became mine. Its a small problem for a Monday morning when I have a very full week ahead of me - and I can't get the diary to sit still - and typing with the left little finger out of action is also a challenge. Its only a little thing and temporary but still a reminder of how adjustments need to be made to even the smallest of problems. This has become a Zen cliche by Runi but hey, what is life if not, sometimes:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and right doing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
We have had a great moon all weekend - to be loved is divine:
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and right doing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
We have had a great moon all weekend - to be loved is divine:
