A kind of diary, random, the flow of the day, of the night, the detail of life, the way things come, arrive, reveal, explode, fade, express in the current of time. Accidents, serendipities, planned and unplanned events, imaginings, epiphanies, craziness, possibilities, impossibilities, chances, reactions, responses, indications, tohu, signs and symbols, predictions, failures. Providence, inhalation, rebirth, reborn, transform, flow, change, occasion, growth.
Life has its own script!
At precisely the same time as my daughter is giving birth, I'm next door in a waiting room watching on BBC World the rescue of 33 Chilean miners trapped for over two months in a collapsed mine deep underground. Slowly, one by one, each miner is brought to the surface through a small vessel winched down through an impossibly narrow tube reaching deep within the earth. Each miner emerges remarkably well, their relief explodes to touch all around them. They are literally reborn, brought back to life by the most miraculous of means. The President of Chile describes the rescue as a miracle and the world watches continuously bearing witness to the long, slow yet wonderful process. Life has its own script. Conscious participants bear witness to its wonder. My daughter gives birth, another miracle, to a bright, bouncy baby boy. No script is required, no need to take control. Just a knowing, a faith in the wondrous energies of nature and how life will always renew itself.