25.9.2008

London in fresh eyes…

Well a week later and with some amazing events I have settled back very well. I see London with fresh eyes, it hasn't changed at all and yet it is so new. I took a long walk in Stoke Newington, went to the park, then headed out to the city yesterday to walk by Thames and lose myself amongst the crowd…The crowd of people who rush around so much. I understand what they mean by rat-race now, because people become like mice that know where the cheese is and can navigate around the maze so fast. People are constantly trying to catch up, running, stressing…then they have tourists and gits like me who slow them down by moving so slow and getting in their way. It's so much funJ

Always makes me think about the line "who is the master and who is the slave". Seriously are we walking the dog or the dog walking us?

There seem to be a huge fear in the air with the financial markets, sulking faces, frozen eyes…It's a complete trap to scare people and control them. Instead of reading panicking news why don't we focus on all the good things happening? But then I am yet to see a newspaper that has good news in it.

I stood at London Bridge yesterday by the Evening Standard newspaper stand waiting for Scott and read the headlines they had pinned up. Complete terror. If you didn't read any of that surely you wouldn't be affected psychologically. I had no idea about what was going on in the world for quiet some time. I can't prevent natural disasters, market crashes, recessions…So why be effected by it? It is what it is…

Yet there are the alive ones amongst them, smiling with joy, connecting with people (bus drivers stuck in traffic are very much fun), breaking the rules and free from conditioning. My parents had their gas boiler checked today and I had to wait at home for the technician. I introduced him to green tea, found out so much about this stranger while he did his work and it was fun. Actually being in the moment and paying attention to this human being. I'm not so sure what he thought of me as I gave him advice about his insomnia, his physical health and his happiness in general but never the less it was good.

So it's not such a sad or a bad place to be at all, I don't understand why people seem so fed up with England sometimes. It is what you make of it, that's what I learnt in my travels. There is no need to escape England because what you truly escape simply follows you wherever you go.

But then I can understand those people who move abroad for other reasons, intuition is a powerful tool and if someone believes that they are needed elsewhere then they should go. What I realised this week is that this is a good home for me, and where I am needed at the moment and great things are in store!