Music, film, art, old, new, this planet and the others, science (when I make it up myself of course),magic, stories, dressing up up and away, new experiences, zipwires, meeting, minds, voices, sneezes, laughs, flowers, trees, vegetables, animals, cooking, dancing, singing, summer, festivals, Autumn, orange, winter, walks, wine, spring, rain, stonehenge, Glastonbury, sea, sky, fairies, magic, imaginations, old people, new people, you people, every person, *love*.
I'd like to meet:
anyone with a story to tellIt doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or you own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstatsy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty ever day. And if you can source your own life from it's presence.I want to know if you can live with failiure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes!'.It doens't interest me to know where you live or how much money yo have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Music:
Yes I like it a lot...it makes me smile and dance and tingle and jingle.
Bob Marley, Manasseh sound, Babyhead, Pama International, Nina Simone, Aretha Franklin, Bjork, Bonobo, Cinematic Orchestra, Buena Vista Social Club, Sly & the Family Stone, Jimi Hendrix, Dusty Springfield, Red Hot Chillis, Jeff Buckley, Imogen Heap, Regina Spektor, Lauren Hill... crazy-afro-cuban-jazz-folk-funk-anything-shit.
Movies:
Peter Pan, The Jungle Book, Amelie, Finding Neverland, Moulin Rouge, Howl's Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke, Ninja Scrolls, Romeo & Juliet, Lord of the Rings, The Big Lebowski, Anchorman, K-Pax...too many.
Television:
Planet Earth, Simpsons, The Mighty Boosh and Spooks. That is all.
Books:
The Hungry Caterpillar, Where The Wild Things Are, His dark Materials...oh yes, I like books.
