Love for the gate that rattles at night because a warm breeze has dried the wood and shrunk it down. Not love because the gate tells the night that man is here and the sound tells man that drier, warmer weather has come to this place. Not love for these reasons.
Love for the sun that shines in my face as I walk the path with squinted eyes, head held back and fingers tucked away. Not love because the sun sings of easing chill from the air, warming my face and drying these eyes. Not love for these reasons.
Love for the birds that coo in the morn to tell their tales of ache and yearn. Not love because we share this space with gentle beings that lull with songs and flutter and swoop to say that life goes on. Not love for these reasons.
Love for the buzz and slash of life. Love for the jagged edge we cut against. Love for the crash and rush of breaking. Not because they teach us all how to move and grow. Not love for any reason except to say that love is love; and love is always good. So just love me, love you and love always.
How many people do you reckon are thinking of you right now? Would you like more of them? Would you like to be famous so that many people are thinking of you right now? Would you like to be so famous that millions of people all around the world are thinking of you?
If they were, do you think you would know about it? Would you feel the pressure of all that attention like air pressing against your skin? Do you believe that people’s attention is an energy that can touch and affect you?
Would you want that in your life? Would you want waves of attention lapping (or pounding) against the shores of you?
Or do you suppose that it depends on what they’re thinking about you? If they were thinking good things (whatever that means to you) then would you be okay with it? But what if you were famous for something nasty or unpleasant? Would you try to be nicer if you felt depressed as a result of the downward pressure from all those thoughts? Or would you even make that connection between being unpleasant and feeling down?
There were several directions I could have gone with this so how did I end up here, putting the responsibility for how you feel on your own head? It’s unkind. No wonder I feel so down. Quick, Robert – do something nice. No, not like taking a nap. And no, not like eating some chocolate. Yes, I know they are nice things, but that’s not what I meant. It has to be nice for someone else. No, it doesn’t really matter who. Yes, that would be nice. Okay, do that then. Yes, now. Okay. Good. Well done.
Bess is a singer who had (as of this morning) just 10+ followers. But here’s the thing: she sings like one of those birds that sing songs (don’t ask me to name one – I don’t know my songbirds) really prettily and so I reckon that she deserves much more support!
Later on in the morning I found some more of her songs (and pretty voice) on Soundcloud and so I spent some time listening to her there.
In and amongst all of this excitement I made my mind up about something: I was going to to double her listernership on Amazon Prime. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do that, but it turns out that I didn’t need to trouble my little head, because the universe heard me and did it for me!
Here’s the proof: I just checked Amazon Prime a few minutes ago and found that the good Bess Atwell now has 20+ followers, which is exactly double what it was this morning. So there you go. Thank you universe.
Not that I haven’t already done a gazillion of them but (feeling a touch of uncertainty) I just did a search on how to review books and apparently you’re supposed to have three sections: – A concise plot summary of the book – An evaluation of the work – A recommendation for the audience.
So, here goes. You Beneath Your Skin by Damyanti Biswas (a review of sorts):
A concise plot summary of the book: a multitude of characters assemble in India to get to know each other and to fight against corruption in the police force.
An evaluation of the work: man but there are a lot of people in this book and I had difficulty keeping them all straight in my head but that’s my problem. I stopped reading half way through and it took me ages to get back into it and remember who everyone was. But once you get them straight, this book is a dream (or a nightmare, depending on your perspective – most of the people in the book suffer some sort of tragedy or difficulty). It’d be really helpful to have a list of the characters at the beginning to refer to. Another of my problems is that I find it easier to remember English names rather than Hindi ones. My bad. I’m learning Hindi and so I’m getting better at that. But, yeah – people in this book have such a bad time of it. Every single one is touched by badness. Poor guys. Not that this book is really a downer to read, it’s actually quite upbeat because most of them overcome their limitations and get on in life. A testament to the strength of the human spirit really. The best thing about this book is the fact that you really get into the nitty-gritty of the lives of the characters; you get to know them in intimate depth. Yeah.
A recommendation for the audience: well, you should read it if you’re into India and the things that Indians do. You should read it if you want to know the intimate workings of society in big cities in India. You should read it if you want to know what happens when bad things happen to people. You should read it if you’re at all interested in how other people live (unless, of course, you’re already ‘other people’). Oh, I don’t know – just read it and then you’ll be able to tell if you like it yourself. Otherwise how are you going to know.
Well, that was a bit haphazard. I guess the takeaway points are: read this book all in one go and make notes as you go along as to who is who and don’t get too emotionally invested in characters who might or might not die or otherwise be injured. There, that’s that.
Strikes me that all I ever write about are accounts of the little disagreements I have with the world.
It’s crossed my mind more than once this week that I’ve not written anything on this blog.
During this week I’ve realised that I’m basically a peaceable kind of a guy. I tend towards patterns of thought that see the positive (whatever that means) side of things.
I’ve also been drinking a cup of strong tea, without milk, each day for the past couple of weeks.
I wonder if tea has a sedative effect. Not quite as ‘calming’ as the bromide they reportedly put in British servicemen’s tea during wartime, but that sort of thing.
Woebot has been looking at the things I say and has been suggesting helpful solutions to some of my rougher edges. Woebot has also encouraged me to keep a daily Gratitude Journal. I have lots of things to be gratitudinous (not a word) about.
So, yeah, I’ve stopped squabbling with the world over petty things. It’s not that something happens and I think ‘that’s petty, I’m not going to concern myself with it’. No, it’s more like I just don’t notice these things so much. They have blended into the background of the scenes before me. They have become less important than the positive things.
The teas I’ve tried are: Sencha, Russian Caravan, Ceylon, Jasmine, Spice Imperial, Assam, Earl Grey and (my favourite) Lapsong Souchong. Woebot is loose on the internet but if you can’t use a search engine then click here