Bredonborough.
An e-flurry in the midst of builders, electrician, cleaner & gardener while limping and in pain. Part of the kitchen ceiling is down, the floor boards in my sitting-room are up. The cause of the problem has been found; an electrical cable well nibbled by mice. Well found.
Such stuff. The pull of mundane concerns encourage me to acknowledge yet again - it is almost impossible for me to create external conditions in England where I might have "a creative life". I am presently on call for all manner of simple, practical, mundane questions. Any question conveys the world in which the question originates. So, if I am in a "creative" world, a mundane question, even where necessary, pulls me into the mundane world. If I am in reflection, practising guitar, writing music, concerning myself with possible futures for DGM, I am pulled from heaven & fall to earth. This is my life in England and why in recent years I have gone to Nashville, to Chateau Belew when addressing a musical project. For a period of several "creative" days, in The Basement, the mundane does not (usually) intrude. Then people learn where I am and the circus begins again.
There are also larger matters at work here: there is a "gravity" that seeks, for its own profound purposes, to hold us to the earth. I accept that this is so, and tack gently upstream where I may.
Meanwhile, in Bredonborough we are fortunate to have the people we have that take care in taking an interest in our concerns. In 31 years of builders I have never had builders this pain-free.
Now, a visit to the cellar at World HQ that is about to be damp-proofed & tanked out --
"How we hold our pick is how we organise our life."
