Convento La Pace Sassoferrato Italy
07.53
Convento La Pace, Sassoferrato, Italy.
Rising, reflecting on how Creative & Conscious Intelligence might act in the world, this at a time when Higher Intelligence is necessary. Global solutions require global intelligence, noting (necessarily) this implies global solutions manifest locally; but the direction does not emerge from top-down central-direction (eg government mandated micro-control).
The birth of the Orchestra, emerging from Guitar Craft, is only one reason not to fear passing away, letting go, change, completion: the work honoured, the process fulfilled, the undertaking undertaken.
A completion is a finish of nothing-of-value at all. Simply, dying is not death; more a move from one form of experiencing to another. The working player moves to another venue.
09.44 A one-hour time change. Packing. A little cleaning. E-flurrying.
Bags about to close I…
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A final touching-base with Hernan. Car-call for 10.00.
11.47 Ancona Airport.
Into the car with Al & Frank I…
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Al drove Frank & myself here, c. one hour. Check-in straightforward but, because I have the next leg from Munich > London checked online, they cannot print the boarding pass. There is 45-minute window to make the flight connection.
Dr. Mike was at the airport when we arrived. Chris S. of The OCG, and his Wife & pal who were both at the performance, arrived shortly afterwards & are now on the adjoining café table, gateside of security…
A texting with the Minx, waiting at home for my arrival.
23.11 Chex Minxie, Chiswick.
At Ancona, shortly before we boarded the same flight to Munich, Frank Sheldon asked how I felt with Guitar Craft ceasing to exist. The word that sprang to mind & lips was Light. And then: No fear of dying; if dying feels this good, with sense of resolution, completion & new beginning, and lightness...
The final moment on Thursday at 20.30 with Silence in the dining room, not anticipating calling-the-moment until after the rehearsal, it was clear: this is the time. So, there it was. And if felt - not loss, not relief, not sadness, more a sense: this moment is significant.
More reflecting no doubt soon.
Then we boarded our prop plane, slightly late & prejudicing our tight connections at Munich, Frank to LAX & myself to Heathrow I…
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Oh no! Mr. Booby I…
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If we have no control over simple physical behaviours, we can have no control over our more complex mental & emotional functioning. That is, boobies are dangerous, out of control creatures, wandering around in public seeking to shake our hands.
Taking off & arriving late, now only a 30-minute turnaround for the next flight, a brief waving of farewell to Frank, also with a tight connection, legs snapped like whipcords propelling me to the adjoining terminal. The connection was itself 10-minutes late with cleaning staff on board. Booby-light to London…
… and into the KevinMobile c. 17.25…
… arriving home c. 19.30.
Quick re-packing, supper, shopping on the High Street I…
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… loading the car & off to London for the Minx’s project.
Pretty dribbly right now.
