Whilst undergoing something of a detox weekend after a holiday in Sweden (rich foods, wine and whisky) I've been watching some TV and films. BBC4 had a 'Tube' night about the London Underground. I've always been part-time fascinated by the underground and it history (the oldest in the world and the first to go electric). The styling of the stations and graphic design, along with the map is unique and interesting. Here is a video extract about the tube map by Harry Beck, from BBC's Design Classics. One downfall of forsaking geographical accuracy: those who don't know London will take the tube from eg Queensway to Bayswater, taking at least 10 minutes whereas on foot it takes a minute!
I love these kind of animations, juxtaposing image with word. I'll make some of my own sometime, with photos. For now, here's a great one, with wise words from Mr Lennon (who I haven't really paid attention to for about ten years, but this really makes sense... except perhaps the peace idealism, but he's on the right track)
I really enjoyed watching and listening to this fellow. 25 minutes flew by!
Bob Ross - Deep Forest Lake
Bob Ross - Deep Forest Lake
No answers here, but a stunning visual representation of life.
We started at Iping Church in West Sussex, heading east towards Chithurst. In the first field behind the church, with horse trial paraphernalia in the middle and close cut grass, a dog joined us, running around and barking excitedly. He came with us as far as the stream whereby he stood in the water waiting for us to do something that usually happens when he stands in the stream.
By now the sun was out. The next field, just before Chithurst was horsey two, with new cresote fences enclosing thoughbreds, one with a very young pony.
We passed through Chithust just south of the Monastery, heading northe through an orchard of a variety of tall narrow trees, maybe being grown for towns and cities, then into a lovely meadow with views of the South Downs. The soil around here was very sandy, the paths being like those to a beach.
Then it was into the woods, Wick Wood then Hammer Wood. There was a garden open for charity so we had a look but it was more of a garden party, with creepy jazz music and men in cream suits cooking meat. We about turned, haunted by the music through the dark woods, floowing the steep bank. Very old trees. The last of the wood was managed by the monastery, where monks and nuns sit in solitude in huts among the trees. We left the woods where the nuns have their accommodation. Tibetan prayer flags in an English wood.
Then it was up the dark sunken lane and back into the sun, to follow the Lane back to Iping, home of the Invisible Man by H G Wells.
By now the sun was out. The next field, just before Chithurst was horsey two, with new cresote fences enclosing thoughbreds, one with a very young pony.
We passed through Chithust just south of the Monastery, heading northe through an orchard of a variety of tall narrow trees, maybe being grown for towns and cities, then into a lovely meadow with views of the South Downs. The soil around here was very sandy, the paths being like those to a beach.Then it was into the woods, Wick Wood then Hammer Wood. There was a garden open for charity so we had a look but it was more of a garden party, with creepy jazz music and men in cream suits cooking meat. We about turned, haunted by the music through the dark woods, floowing the steep bank. Very old trees. The last of the wood was managed by the monastery, where monks and nuns sit in solitude in huts among the trees. We left the woods where the nuns have their accommodation. Tibetan prayer flags in an English wood.Then it was up the dark sunken lane and back into the sun, to follow the Lane back to Iping, home of the Invisible Man by H G Wells.
Not a 'Head Walk', whatever that is, but Cheesefoot Head is a viewpoint at the western end of the South Downs, close to Winchester.
I parked the scooter in the small carpark, after a very windy ride. The gales were strong up on the downs but that was the point, to feel the wind high up, warm on a sunny July morning.
I headed south through field of wheat, swaying and flowing in the wind, switching directions, oceanic. At least, I think it was wheat.
It was an open walk, with great views
Sometimes poppies among the grain
Then crossed the A272, heading north along Rodfield Lane, before picking up the South Downs Way, feeling like I was in the grain belt of England, or America
The tone changed as I came upon a field being converted into some kind of tank playground, exposing the chalk beneath
Then it was into the trees to return through Temple Valley to Cheesfoot, with views over Chilcomb down
I parked the scooter in the small carpark, after a very windy ride. The gales were strong up on the downs but that was the point, to feel the wind high up, warm on a sunny July morning.I headed south through field of wheat, swaying and flowing in the wind, switching directions, oceanic. At least, I think it was wheat.
It was an open walk, with great views
Sometimes poppies among the grain
Then crossed the A272, heading north along Rodfield Lane, before picking up the South Downs Way, feeling like I was in the grain belt of England, or America
The tone changed as I came upon a field being converted into some kind of tank playground, exposing the chalk beneath
Then it was into the trees to return through Temple Valley to Cheesfoot, with views over Chilcomb down
"Heaven, salvation, compassion, mindfulness, self-awareness, inner tranquillity, peace on earth, goodwill to all men,; these are all safe, no mess, no fuss, spiritual objectives, undemanding, low impact, easy on the pocketbook. ... They don't conflict with our current conditions and can be easily integrated into our busy lives. .... Our spiritual itch is adequately scratched. No one gets hurt or does anything crazy; certainly no one unplugs themselves from the great hive and wanders off on their own." Jed McKenna
Japanese Water car
So you are thinking, or, there is thought, doing its ahead and behind thing, going over the past, planning ahead. Then you realise this and there's a resistance, as if thought is bad somehow. The tendency then is to stay in that slightly guilty feeling for a while, thought having been stepped upon by the 'no, you shouldn't be thinking.' So the 'shouldn't be thinking' feeling is the master for a while, but thought will come back somehow. That's the tendency.
How about continuing to think despite the feeling that you shouldn't be thinking? Then you get a much more interesting situation, a game, a play between the two thoughts, more equal. The original thought cannot exactly do what it would do without the 'shouldn't be thinking', and the 'shouldn't be thinking' doesn't get it's victorious (if slightly guilty and violent) residential.
Then something new can happen because the thought won't 'come up' as it's already up and the no won't 'no' because it's already 'no-ing', and the game will naturally cease after a time, allowing a fresh energy and understanding, awareness.
Thought does not 'come up'. More like 'drives in', but the concept of feeling of it 'entering something' needs to be questioned. Just because it's a common experience doesn't make it true.
How about continuing to think despite the feeling that you shouldn't be thinking? Then you get a much more interesting situation, a game, a play between the two thoughts, more equal. The original thought cannot exactly do what it would do without the 'shouldn't be thinking', and the 'shouldn't be thinking' doesn't get it's victorious (if slightly guilty and violent) residential.
Then something new can happen because the thought won't 'come up' as it's already up and the no won't 'no' because it's already 'no-ing', and the game will naturally cease after a time, allowing a fresh energy and understanding, awareness.
Thought does not 'come up'. More like 'drives in', but the concept of feeling of it 'entering something' needs to be questioned. Just because it's a common experience doesn't make it true.
A lingering sickness, one week now, a nausea close-by, muscles heavy and weak, digesting bubbling, farting, too loose. Spaced mind, sometimes not knowing quite where I am. Taking it easy, gently, but still stretching. I cannot stay this side of the sickness. More open to talking of my past, more open to how I'm feeling.
