The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there

darlings

who-we-are-in-RL was on the Radio today (and we see that’s there another Broadcast in the wee small hours of the morning in case you missed it).

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we did not Catch the Show because we had driven all the way to the Pacific Ocean and along the coastal road and turned right up Topanga Canyon and, shortly after, emerged at our destination to accompany who-we-are-in-RL as she was Doing Some Digital Consulting today (and most enjoyable it was too).

but we know that Other people caught it because….

well….

*looks_around_with_wonder*

we had a Massive Spike in traffic according to Mr. WordPress.

hello (new) darlings!

now we are Completely aware that someone who heard who-we-are-in-RL who then Visits us here might be a tiny-bit-confused.

we understand that.

but this is where we get to be the nicest side of our good (selves) ness and so can Make it out there in the world.

so welcome.

we’re glad you dropped in.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAin other news:

we’ve been pasting everything (well, a selection of everything) into the current Scrapbok – because we adore scrapbooking.

it’s a way to leave behind what one doesn’t need anymore (but is awfully grateful it happened because nothing is wasted – and most of it is Material anyway, love) and also Acknowledge where one has been and generally get a sense of Purpose and that Life is happening and we are Awake (sort of).

“Your task is not to seek love,but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it”.

~Rumi

plus it’s always good to smooth away the fears of the past and get ready for what’s next.

HTSSIACW

because tomorrow is Publication Day.

*squeals*

and that is        d e l i c i o u s.

(you saw that coming, non?)

while also being a Tiny bit scary.

people from the Past whom we have loved and lost (or feared and run away from) might Well be passing a W. H. Smith in an airport somewhere in the world or perhaps on Oxford Street (is there still a Smiths on Oxford Street? – ah, yes – there Is) Or (wearing snow boots currently) in Union Square and there are Those who might be Popping into Foyles (oh look, we’re 10 per cent off on Foyles.co.uk) and even some who could be in INDIA (having picked up a copy of Good Housekeeping, the British edition – sounds unlikely but it does happen) and asked the nice people at India Times to order them a copy (gosh – 881 rupees – that sounds like a Lot – is it?) and then, well, they might say:

blimey – sophia stuart……there’s a name I’ve not heard for a while.

eek.

wishes and hopes and dreams and fears and a small box

this is our box for all the stuff that’s just too bloody big to cope with. we put tearful scraps of paper in here. or little notes so we can sleep. whatever we write in here flies away – we don’t know where – we’ve been doing this for years and it just seems to help – so why not continue.

except we forgot about it until a wonderful spirit emailed us with a story (more on that another time, we need to ask her permission) of something very similar and we sent her this picture.

and then – deeply curious in a most minxy team gloria way – we opened it (we do this periodically or we’d need a MUCH larger box ;)

these heartfelt notes all unraveled in our hands. all this pain we needed help with.

the magic thing was – and we stared and stared for a very long time – everything was sorted now

wild.

and then we realized we hadn’t asked for help with, you know, the surgery and the other stuff going on, so we wrote a nice note and put it in the box and got ready for the day job.

all will be well – but wear sunscreen anyway, darlings.