Hungry

Went for a stroll this morning, above the voluptuous rotting summer the sky promised an incandescent bright greyness.

Occasionally for me, a Sunday morning can ring a clarion glimpse of a hopefulness.

I recalled one of the last performances I was part of with the Global Harmony choir… we sang to a room of very aged old-people in a Melton Mowbray care home. Seemingly at the dusk of their lives, we sang to them the Bob Dylan song Forever Young. Ironic but complementary, it was a powerful moment. I recall a radiant greyness.

I first heard a live rendition of Forever Young in a folk club in Mountsorrel about 25 years ago. Pete Morton’s encore song was a remarkable heartfelt rendition.

The book I’ve been reading has been sleepily drifting, it’s failed to grab my attention… What happens to those characters you fail to notice, when you fail to finish a novel… who knows… who knows the strangers we pass…

Thankfully, helped by a reflective Desert Island Discs with Adrian Edmondson, this Sunday’s luminous grey helped me break a sleepy fast…

It can be huge (a good small word) to suddenly realise the potential smorgasbord of joys in the valley beyond… Steady the horses… The potential for indigestion is high…

There IS so much to delight if you are fortunate to glimpse it, but as they say at work, vision without execution is hallucination…

When you discover a new menu, exciting sustenance, you’re not sure where to start…

Like opening a new book…

Like a young man stepping off the train in a new world, the prospect of years to discover new things… wow… the optimism of youth…

Whether it’s from hunger, fear, nostalgia, or the sublime, a curiosity can be stirred…

To-do list;
Embrace Bernard and Jack…
Discover new sounds such as Helena Deland and Anna Lapwood…
Recap on familiar ideas with Jules Evans…
Revisit Waiting for Godot…

“Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! Let us do something, while we have the chance… at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it before it is too late… What do you say?”

I might be aging, but will always try to sing, it is well with my soul, and may you stay forever young.

*The title of this note on my phone started as ‘Hunger’. Though I don’t truly know the meaning of the word, I have kept it.