“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.” (Carl Rogers)

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Reasons to be Cheerful (Part Thirty Two)

Afternoon Delight...

Better Days. My first rave, along with the now grown-ups from the second summer of love, who I really liked very much indeed. I have a theory that their use of ecstasy changed their brains and helped make them open and positive and you could feel that in the crowd, a lot of positivity, none of the growling threat lurking down below that you might get in a tightly packed crowd of people from round these parts. And I loved the feeling of that pulsing beat and the individuals in the crowd moving to it in their own way that meant the crowd moved to the beat in its own way. Trippy. Except that it literally wasn't. I was planning to have some ecstasy but it didn't work out and in the end it was just booze and I think that was true of most people there. For lots of reasons, they are perhaps now out of contact with the suppply of E and so even with the best of intentions, there's only so much positive energy in booze - and I could feel the shift in tone later on, a darker time ensuing and time to go...

Talking of which, I like being out of control, but lately booze is making me a little bit too out of control, and I also just want to be me. So. Dry September. September on the Wagon.

My Wellbeing Mooc told me something I didn't know: Sugar in fruit juice is absorbed more quickly and results in a rush of blood sugar and you are also missing out on the fibre. Better to have whole fruit rather than fruit juice (of which, one glass per day max). Okay!

Haven't done much on the doctorate this week, getting organised for the next push with Heidegger. However, I quietly distributed my work on the model and it was praised by people I admire in the person-centred world, which means rather a lot to me.

Having been away from great grimsby for a considerable time and not liking the FalseBook tosh very much, I lost touch with just about everybody here. But, now it seems that I keep bumping into them the longer I'm here and it's just pure joy. I'm starting to realise that your friends are just your friends and I like that.

Opportunity to play my blakesongs in the world - not the perfect audience, but it was good to have this stuff out there. And a pleasure to meet the soulful Alex Kyle, Callum on his first ever live performance, Electric Fish and the dancing girls, bring them on...

Shake yer exotic booty

Alex Kyle and Elvis

Callum and the Electric Fish

The Electric Fish

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