Bredonborough Rising to a damp
11.08
Bredonborough.
Rising to a damp, grey day.
A call from a neighbor well down the street: our rubbish-wheelie bin (collection this morning) has been wheeled down to her and left outside! Well.
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The J45 was used for Exiles on Larks Tongues’ In Aspic.
Morning reading…
… and to practicing, incorporating a novel element.
Morning reflection: perhaps thirty years ago, I wondered why a particular person of my personal and professional acquaintance had seemingly dropped me. And then, in our bathroom at Reddish House, I saw it: it was because of an attitude I held towards them. In subtle areas, where thoughts are tangible and attitudes are, something like, thoughts with strong emotional force, attitudes are tangible-cubed. They influence our lives, more effectively and strongly than we might simply accept: they are brick-walls on the sensitive scale, and block what we hope for ourselves, even directing us away from a life-course we hoped to actualize. That is, the attitudes we hold have the effect of attracting / directing disappointments to us, in small measure and/or by the bucketload.
This reflection was brought to mind because recently a good pal was in touch with me. They had been presented a significant disappointment, and were rather angry. Obvious to me, in this friend of long acquaintance, was a Blind Spot which gave rise to a particular attitude; and the effect of that attitude, over time, was to undermine situations and courses of action that would likely yield the results for which Pal hoped. Significantly, Pal did not ask my opinion. I was not invited to ask of them: why do you feel this disappointment has been handed to you?
Anger ruled out a reasoned conversation and interaction at the time, Pal’s reactive decisions and responses to their disappointment only likely to generate further unhappy repercussions, cementing disappointment for the future. What to say? My friend’s life is now re-directed, the likelihood of re-re-direction currently less possible.
11.31 And I have been offered a tour with Steve Cropper. Well. Mucho movement in the air.
21.47 The Minx’s boxes went off c. 13.10, en route to France.
Light lunch and out for a hot-date day. To the Chocolate Deli in Worcester, then to Birmingham and a little shopping, then to Cineworld.
Now home to gentle. A fabbo day. Time to make a fuss of WillyFred.
