Delightful energy…

And breathe …
I remember this feeling, decades ago, in a coffee shop in Leicester Square in London. Bright lights, exciting music, aromatic coffee, multicultural metropolitan energy. I am not sure why I was there… I think I was waiting for a friend at an audition… energy, possibility, wonder… To be honest, now I am not sure if it was a dream.

Another time I was sitting alone at a rural bus stop in Cheshire. A time before mobile phones and digital timetables. I was waiting for the next bus. A sunny day, green fields, a bucolic horizon. Energy, possibility, wonder…

As a child, my parents took me on a trip to a family friend in Surbiton London (from Cornwall). I recall ‘real butter’. It was the first time I encountered doorstep toast, real butter, and unforgettable marmalade. Extravagance, delightful opulence, energy, possibility, wonder.

There have been many times since that have been full of this energy. My wife, my kids, friends, foreign lands, colleagues, the sea… always the sea…

I think these things are glimpses outside of our routine habitual safe everyday. To be treasured. Exciting scintillations of entrancing intoxicating energy.

30 years ago I spent 3 formative years with a bunch of creative students. This weekend I took a train from Leicester to new old places… 30 creative people from my university days met up and danced…

Thank you all! A remarkably awesome bunch of humans. After energy, possibility, wonder comes delight. Simply a delightful bunch of humans. To be treasured.