I might give a little bit of thanks too
(here is a little bit of text to fill the space when it is posted to Facebook so you cannot read my blog without clicking the link)
Given my own space to be
Even when I was ill and let everybody down
Even when I wandered lost around the long country roads in a fever
I now know where I am, but it took a while.
Now recovered I relax
Meanwhile if you want a detailed drawing of the underside of the upper bunk let me know
I can recall every detail
or perhaps the back of the loo door
moving swiftly on
how many of you readers can say you have been collected as soon as you were ready and taken to a woodland full of tents and fires and wonderful people
To spend time where everything is ok
Where you discover Viking Ris (Barley grains cooked to perfection) served with wild garlic and root vegetables like you have never experienced
Even the water from the earthenware jug was amazing
To be taken from there to the chieftains house
To be made welcome and allowed to be yourself in your own space and to be drawn in to be fed and shared with in this rambling timbered wonder of a place
On the way here I saw roaming marshlands, huge wading birds, faces in the rocks, llamas, Elk (I think, but something big moving on the mountainside – perhaps a bear), a roman villa, the grave mound of Half-Dan the Black and so much more.
I recovered in time, once here, to partake of a Viking banquet created by globaly renowned chefs and was honoured to be asked to perform for the press and the Vikings (although the picture of me in the papers was rather grossly dramatic).
I have eaten my favourite food; dark brown cheese with pear and honey.
Today I was taken through the mountain to the next world, where trains and ferries traverse, I wandered through an organic garden where seeds I sent are flourishing, I bought beans to sprout because you cannot get beansprouts anywhere here, I learned to tell the time, and to call others to dinner, and I climbed an ancient burial ground: I have walked sunwise around a stone-which-is-stood as others have done before for countless times.
I am in a world which is countless.
I am Celebrating – three thousand views since I started blogging – here are some highlights
I previewed my Greek Myths CD
I was very pleased to see my pal Georg has started a blog
A new regular feature – Grumble Monthly
(You gotta look at that one, it’s my fave)
I opened a festival (on TV)
News of Faeries (btw I am about to prove that little people exist)
There is so much more x
Watch It Norway – It is Ten Thousand Years Today.
It is ten thousand years today since the whole edge of Norway actually dropped off.
Had quite an effect on the world.
Made Britain separate from Europe.
Destroyed whole townships along where the English Channel appeared and along the North Sea
Not to mention making Norway quite thin.
I am hoping it isn’t a regular event.
Because it is due in the morning.
(I am sure quite a few of you are too.)
Cos if it does happen again in the early hours.
It will cause quite a few problems.
Norway would be like a ledge.
The people from over in Sweden will be calling over, “Hey are you alright over there!”
And all the Norwegians will be like lined up with their backs to Sweden (Yes I know that tends to happen anyway) edging along an, erm, well, edge.
They will be balanced on their heels in a long thin line holding hands.
They will call over their shoulders, “Yes we are fine thank you.”
“We are edging our way upwards this week and next week we will be working our way down south again.”
“That’s all we can do really, shuffle upwards or shuffle back down again.”
“The government told us we will all be alright as long as we hold hands.”
“And we always do whatever the government tell us to do whatever party is in power cos we are like that.”
“Right everyone shuffle right.”
(Whispered, “And try not to think about personal space, but rather think about Norwegian Arms”.)
I know I know this wont be funny if it really happens in the morning.
And possibly isn’t funny at all anyway.
But I dreamed it, and it seemed funny then.
Just thank god it didn’t happen to China, cos then when they whispered messages along the line it would all go wrong.
I had a sleepless night.
And I have made 147 changes in my life.
I didn’t make them all last night.
Because I couldn’t sleep I got thinking.
It is true, I totted them up.
I suppose it all started when I stopped smoking.
Over this long long winter, I have made changes in my life, lots of them.
147 in total.
Well, since the end of summer actually.
Some were quite important and some were quite minor; some would seem major to others and were minor and simple to me while others would be straight forward to many and were really major to me.
Like changing my phone, a real big thing to me and took ages to get round to.
Another big one was getting the hang of being brave enough to talk on the phone to strangers – a real biggy that.
From stopping taking sugar in my coffee to planning to move, I’ve made changes.
I’ve joined a society, been honest with myself for the first time truly. I have been honest to others. I have proclaimed. This is who I am and this is how much I want to help others. I have fallen in love (ah, nothing new there then).
I have severed ties with the damaging and draining. I have found time for old friends and rekindled loving connections which I had gradually isolated myself from. I have made new friends, in some exciting new circles and with a vastly wide set of skills and interests.
Learning to be alone and to experience and grow and be content come along in there somewhere too.
There’s been lots of healthy stuff, new items of diet, developing a revolutionary daily health tonic, hitting habits and slowly becoming healthier, even a couple of physical routines.
I have discovered we are fourth dimensional beings, developed distance healing, meditation, even looked at my connection to the global consciousness.
I have, wait for it, engaged a team to work full time to further my political objectives – no really.
I have been to lectures, learnt skills, been on a course, cooperated in cooperative courses, benefitted from informal ad hock training.
I have engaged, artists, composers, learnt to rap, lots of new skills, learnt software, net skills, design, PR skills, – I am an editor.
I have changed my job and my way of working, worked on increasing my income, lowering my outgoings, developed a pension plan.
I am better equipped for travel, for outdoor pursuits, and for personal survival.
Exciting new job opportunities are set in process in, another town, another country and across the world.
There are plans on where to live; with another, in a creative commune, in a historic setting, in another town, in another country and / or closer to loved ones.
I am developing a mobile workstation – Spendlow Studios, and contemplating a nomadic life.
I am recording, filming, drawing, setting up Spendlow TV.
I have developed a new way to tell ghost stories, a new form of storytelling and completely re-envisioned the Viking belief system.
I have co-wrote with children, worked on songwriting, skaldic verse and I have proclaimed a king.
(Quick rethink – no, three new physical exercise routines in total, not including producing more of my own food naturally.)
I have learnt to write blogs which, although true, seem unbelievable and make the reader wish to know more. *Sly smile*.
Cooperative, creative, pro rata profit shares are the fulfilling way forward.
So, have I become that ‘better person’?
It was a long sleepless night.
I also thought of 47 things I need to change.
What are they?
You will have to wait till my next sleepless night to find out.