We took our time getting organised, intending to take a leisurely drive cross-country… perhaps stopping along the way, wherever the spirit moved us. In the spirit of the planned walk-and-talk weekend, the prisoners had escaped and were heading for the border. Anyone would think we were on holiday. We did ourselves. We should know better by now.
We may not have been heading for our respective places of work, but the Work that we do when we are not at work…and even when we are… is not something that can be switched on and off. It cannot be neatly compartmentalised or assigned a designated slot on the timetable, to be dipped into when the fancy takes you; it is a state of being, not doing. Once a pinhole has been opened in consciousness, the pressure of life floods through in an unceasing current.
The problem is that the conscious mind is rather dense. It seems to forget, from moment to moment, that the flow is constant, even if our attention is elsewhere. Which is why the discrete presence plucking at your sleeve may go unnoticed until it sighs, gives up and hits you round the face with a wet kipper.
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Love those gargoyles!
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They were a great find 🙂
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They always intrigue me!
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They were modern ones…obviously… but so well done 🙂
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🙂
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And after such a lovely week it’s like winter has returned. You had the best of the weather for your visit 🙂
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It is still warm and sunny here, though not as hot, thank goodness!
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Aha!said Alice!
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😀
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What wonderful stone creatures! Even though work piles up, it’s still nice to take a break.
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They were rather cute, Lyn 🙂
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