online: 9 february 2006
modified: 8, 9 february 2006

8 february 2006 just sitting*


16:21 Edith Copeland Campbell seat at tumulus

...the moon is high up in a blue sky... the sunset is illuminating west-facing surfaces... there are tiny insects hovering and circling above me and the air here is almost still... a few clouds near the horizon and a few aircraft flying high up, one leaving a vapour trail in the stratosphere... one plane appears to be close to the moon while two others are descending...



16:30 still sitting... now grey and pink clouds are gathering overhead and moving southwards... An Irish Lurcher comes to inspect and to sniff in the space between this seat and the railings that encircle the tumulus...

feeling cold i get up and walk on... i passed a policemen who asked if i'd seen a woman who had collapsed but i'd not seen her...



17:10 ...sitting in a cafe... tea with toast and marmalade...

...while on the heath i spoke with a man who remarked on the ever-changing colours... he told me he'd lived in South Africa and disliked the continuous sunlight... he likes the changeable British climate, as i do...

...on Parliament Hill i heard what sounded like Shakuhachi music - the man playing it showed me the modified Shakuhachi flute that he made himself...

...and now, feeling warmer and fed, i'm enjoying the heat from a convector beside me... slowly drinking tea... and just sitting...



*not sitting in Zen meditation, seeking emptiness of mind, but just sitting and noting what happens.


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