Been trying to explain to my son, Oskar how important it is to read and be curious. He has this trait of mine, and I don’t regret it. I am glad that I want to know, that I think, explore with imagination, ideas, some come to fruition, and some pass like a ship that I hoped to hook on to. But sometimes there’s another plan, one we didn’t expect. That’s what I like,  to read, or find out, something that takes me by surprise and what I’ll never forget.

I was so moved by the killing of dolphins inJapan, a documentary that showed the murder of thousands of dolphins/sharks/whales …….. its kind of a haze. Most of my memory is like that now, I remember some things so vividly like it was yesterday and the others? Maybe they are not worth remembering. I sound like I have Alzheimers, after 2 children and thousands of sleepless nights I tend to forget. Especially names, …… and I rattle on ….. always did.

I pray and hope that the hundreds of books I have read and sites I have explored I have learnt something worth remembering and not have my head filled with more unnecessary clutter.

I am always the optimist, even in my most melancholic days, I never wish I was anywhere before, I always appreciate the sunsets.

And in this moment in time, space and place, things are so hard, lots of people are struggling and having to face their biggest demons. Mine? I like to have a comfortable place for my children, and afford to feed and clothe them. But really the gypsy in me wants to take us round the world and keep going to places I’ve never been ………… and then end up inIndia. The jewelled Ganjes??? Or is it the most polluted??? Either way, nothing is perfect and we’ve got to see the lotus in everything, otherwise its all shit and we become grumpy and not fun to be with.

Oh that’s another thing ……… goodnite and do something outrageous, (as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody obviously)!!!!!

Think I’ll go surfing  xxx

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. – Buddha