I’m sitting here in tears again this morning. Yes, I know… you must think me a real watering pot, but honestly I seldom weep except for beauty and that is the cause again today.

I have just finished a first complete reading of the ritual drama that will unfold at the weekend workshop in April and, when you see something come together for the first time in grace and beauty, you cannot remain unmoved. When the visual imagination paints a vivid, moving picture, on the screens of heart and mind, telling of something infinitely beautiful, you cannot remain untouched. When that something speaks of the soul’s journey into Light, it becomes intimate, deeply personal, and universal.

It is going to be a hell of a weekend.

Mind you, we have to get there first…

We are now into the final month of preparation and there is a flurry of activity. My postman hates me, the dog hates the postman… or perhaps just loves the excuse to prance and bark, and the house is beginning to look like a small theatre’s costume department again. And, so far this morning alone, the calm assurance that thought it had everything under control has torn its hair out, thrown a wobbly and decided that there may be a case for taking refuge in strong drink. In this case, that means more coffee.

It was excessive packaging yesterday when two small metal rods arrived in a box the size of a dog kennel… not mere speculation, she tried it for size…  and the tiny jar of enamel that came in its own suitcase sized box… from the same supplier I might add. However, at least they arrived. Today the basis of a headdress arrived finally. I tore open the packaging in delight, eager to get to work… except they have sent the wrong one and it is totally unsuitable. Back to the drawing board. The base of two costumes arrived… and are going straight back.  Cream is not the same as white and black should not be grey.

Of the umpteen parcels I am waiting for, some now say they will deliver two days before I leave for the weekend… which is pushing things a bit… and the rest is going to necessitate a serious rethink and some contingency plans.

Par for the course, you could say.

You could also mention the several days away I have between now and then… a trip north and the second Glastonbury talk… both of which have to be prepared for and written for, of course, while frantically scrabbling through the fabrics store upstairs, considering the merits of plaster of Paris and possibly even resorting to the glue gun.

But of course, this is normal behaviour pre-workshop. And it will be worth it…

On the up side I finally got my hands on a copy of our new book, and I must say it looks good… the full page colour plates make all the difference.

…It will be alright on the night.

Won’t it?

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