Europa is one of Jupiter's moon's and thought to be one of the few places in our solar system where the conditions could potentially support life. It also happens to play a key role in the upcoming Viral 2: Evacuation. Interesting article here on the latest findings on Europa. We can only wonder at what may come to be... can't we?
Watching the London Marathon (exhausting and inspiring stuff!) and launching my new book! It's been many months in the making; taken several different path's along it's journey; at times it's stop / start and at other times I've broken into a bit of a run. Following the adventures of Tom these last few months has been rather wonderful; a frenetic pace with not knowing quite where and how it will end, but we got there. The sense of achievement and relief at reaching the finishing line is palpable, along with the excitement for 'giving birth' to a fresh new story for others to (hopefully) enjoy. It's a labour of love, and here at the finish line as I reveal 'Army of the Dead' to the world, work and preparation begins on the next marathon already. Adrenalin and motivation I hope to last the distance once more... Ready, steady, write!
I opened my door to a rather lovely photographer this week for a photo shoot. A beguiling cocktail of youthful exuberance and optimism with end-of-the-day weariness and detachment. I momentarily indulged my fantasy that I too could be centre spread of a glossy 'society' magazine. I'd be cloaked in velour, dripping with shiny things, and positioned as though I had dropped directly from the heavens into this oblique, distorted vision of decadence under carefully constructed lighting and with my ego awkwardly stroked by a keenly not-yet-professional suit with a long lens.
As I then studied the décor, the feature pieces, and intricate detail of the room in which we stood, I recalled a conversation with a friend some years previous, whilst clutching a sturdy pint in the dusty corner of a history-drenched pub. She was never going to be centre-spread. The very thought of having staples clipping her wings in any form was source of revulsion.
"I don't need all of this," Her arms waving dramatically in ever expanding circles. "I work to live. I don't secrete myself in bricks and beige, and fill the space with the ornaments and tokenism that fills every other house in the street." I looked on in awe.
"My home is in here," A hand casually held across her heart. "My living is in here," She tapped the side of her head. "And all I need to get me between this point and the end is in here." A small, tatty back-pack sturdily took up its place on the seat next to her.
I learned that day, about how we value, what we value, who we value, and the anxiety in us that keeps us in our cosy prisons; the lost land between being knowing and being content with who I am, and knowing and being content with my world. The polarity of what is meaningful, what is of substance, what resonates with me and the space that hinders our experiencing the world around us and each other. Hers was the journey at a bravely life-affirming leisurely pace rather more than the frenetic greed and envy of the rat race. There's always more to life than this.
The photographers flicking his locks and smiling expectantly. Lens poised to capture the beautiful moment.
"Where do you want me?" I throw off my coat.
The sea breeze thrown up, wind-tunnel Thames hits my face,
City suits battling tourists, all pick up their pace,
Boats charging and darting, negotiate their way,
Through imposing towers stretched to the skies,
The clicking of new heels, on pavements unending,
Bricks sturdy under steel, well-groomed trees lightly bending,
One amongst the millions, umbrella'd crowds racing clouds,
A history in time, and still London shines.
And so it begins... With butterflies and rocks all rolling and crashing under the surface, I make my first foray into the wonderfully unfamiliar world of blogging. We can only marvel and wonder at what's to come, but it's going to be one hell of a ride! Hello world...