a day of optimism .. seeing what can be done
Mood:
hungry
Topic: health
I dont know how to go on ..so I guess that i shall have to be somewhat more truthful with myself .. being invited to a new friends house was a big step for me . and yet somehow in being so invited i could not but help feel like a small child .. imagine a man of 43 years feeling in such a way ..
we agreed to meet at our usual spot .. the local swimming pool and as i felt that the experience may cause me no end of stress i arrived early and swam for some time .. to get myself together so to speak ..
Our meeting was i hoped to be aimable and yet the fact that i was being invited left me feeling overwhelmed .. our conversation was stilted ..and to be honest i began to feel somewhat nervous of what this person would be in real life and not just the happy go lucky guy that i considered him to be be
terror struck as our conversation changed to matters that i felt were all laden with what i had found in the man .. I suppose that i believed that he would be the same outside as he was inside .. and yet this was not to be
i soon found myself being treated like a child . finding that the simplest things were too much for me .. we left the swim pool and headed over the railway bridge .. my nerves were slowly giving way .as i began to understand that the addage is true .. this person seemed to change before my eyes .and yes so was i .. unable to contain my nerves clutdhing at straws .. not able to see what was infront of me
We walked and i became more and more anxious . This man began to increase in stature . from the rather simple image that m had of him to a confident .. free flowing spirt that shocked me into retreat ..
my childlike state was so obvious to me . i did not know what to say what to do what to think .. nothing but anxiety seemed to bubble up
i found that i was repeating old means of speech .. discovering that fears that i had considered gone surfaced once again in a way that i felt were merely beneath the surface .
from the horror of ugliness to the violence inside my wounded self .. i feel repelled now of the reactions that seemed to bubble up with so much ease .. the kitchen became a dangerous space .. a part of me rebellled to the face of this wonderful person who was showing me so much hospitlality .. i cant tell you how awful it felt to feel insulted by som much kindness ..
my mind turned blank .. i did not know what to do .. the televison reminded me of something that once more repelled my senses .. the talk was of money and houses .. and here i was surrounded by the most opulant beauty .. right from the floor . i was being shown a dream .. the pictures on the wall ... to the stucco art on the ceiling .. even the smell of cooked food .. took me to places that i can barely recal . yet reminded me somehow of my lack .. the situation soon became apparent that i was not going to stay for dinner .. i once more tried to become more intiimate and discovered that once i had found that we shared something in common .. childhood .. i could only descirbe the past .. that means nothing if only a reminder of countless pain .. why i wonder did this thing this simple invitation . become an excuse to talk about past hurts past pride .. stories that are as i have found .. to be merely more thought . more inaccuracy ..
I guess that today i have discovered how far i have come along this path and how far i have to go ..
perhaps dinner comes after more truth .. yet the more my host accomoded me the more i felt impelled to react within my own anxiety .. like a child feeling goaded on to challenge his environmnent .. to test the boundaries .. like a son and his father .. i looked around and considered all that surrounded me to be .. what i would have for myself .. from the floor boards to the ceiling.. I simply did not know what to do ..
now to the day ..
i woke early and began the day as i always to do .. with a shop and a breakfast .. consisting of dates .. and an apple .. an hour of tai chi had me feeling ready for the day ahead ..
somehow today has not been all that it could have been .. yes i practiced mindfulness half an hour of relaxation like a top up to the resting account so to speak
this took me mid morning ..
I hoped that by keeping in touch with Mind and those with whom i work with i would feel somewhat more included and chatting with Mark was a great way to feel this ..
we talked of the allotment and the Co Op . of the upcoming holiday 10 weeks of rest .. not his idea of a good time .. and i agree with him .. work if anything is a great way to channel one's energy ..
we parted company and i headed to the supermarket for some lunch .. .. strangely enough i was to discover that once again my mind was larger than i considrered .. and that i needed help ..
once more..
i chose to spend the afternoon once i had share d my experience with my Mum about how things were .. at the allotment .. where i guess i had a good bit olf luck .. centruy
seeing Rod was a great way to rest easy .. i feel comfortable with these old timers .. and the talk is easy .. garden tools .. weather .and the like
yes we talked of the changing weather .. that seems to have gone back to the days of the turn of the century .. cold winters etc nothing doing till Easter .. and to the wonders of cheap garden tools .. from places like Morrisons no less ..
the talk turned to watches and old sea dog tales
once again i hoped to find some kiind of grace or solace in the garden ..and to be fair i was not disappointed ..
once i had cleared up a bit from yesterday's pruning of the gooseberry bushes i started on the brambles and found that the work had been done and so turned my attention to the grapes that i so enoyed back in the late Summer . and so employing the techniques i had learned from Kim i began in earnest to prune and train the grape vine .. something i enjoyed more than i would care to admit..
then a chap ushered me to listen he introduced himself as Cyrril .. and began to talk about varius things one such topic being how he had built the various buildings i saw before me ..
yes he had a friend who sadly is now in a home with dementia and whom he had helped with the gardening right up to the last few days .. we talked or at least i listened to his acquired wisdom . reminding myself that i had more freedom than i at first believed .. the stream dries up in Summer .. the soil is clay and yet with grit .. one can make something of it ..
putting it bluntly these men are gardeners yes .. and engineers too .. building upon their plots out houses .. etc . with whatever comes to hand
i left the allotment around 03.00 pm and headed to the pool .. changed and managed a few lengths .. till Ahmud arrived .. and the sittuaton presented itslf concerning my social phobias etc ..
and so to thanks
waking up to good luck to good fortune to good landlords to good neighbours to good food to hobbies to friends to family to toys to the internet to good overal health to all those who are aiding me in this troubled time to work to work mates to being paid to sleep to sense and limbs to laughter tears to comedy to music to books to medicine to teachers to fellow students to art to good weather to teeth to hair to exercise to meditation to saunas to good spirits to help with living to places like the Albemarle Center to Staplegrove Hall to warmth on a cold night ..
to days like these .. that remind you .. of the friends you have .. and that there is no one more loved than your mum ..
today has had it's highs and it' s lows .. yes the allotment means a great deal .. meeting Cyrril was a stroke of luck .. the weather and the company .. was a great mix .. training grapevines ..
the low was feeling unwell in Ahmud's home and having to make my excuses ..
Posted by ecomill
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