This is my friend George.
He is a seagull
And the photo above is a portrait of
him.
Perched on top of the black post
Every morning at daybreak I swim out to
him and sing him a song
Why, it could be 'I'm not in love' by
10cc.
Or, 'True love will find you in the
end' by Daniel Johnson
Maybe 'Wild Thing' by the Troggs
Always love songs
You see, I play this game. 'My
last day on earth'
I guess it's just a mind game like any
other, but I like it because it intensifies every day.
What I do is experiment with my mind,
to see what it's up to.
You see, it gets in the way all of the
time, so I figure if I pretend that this is my last day on earth,
then I'm gonna miss so much of just plain ordinary stuff.
Like waking to watch the sun rise.
Like driving to the sea on traffic free
roads
Like whispering HI to cats and dogs I
pass.
Especially the two Cocker Spaniels at
Civitanova Alta
Doing Tai Chi on an empty beach.
And singing to George as I swim towards
the black post
A note; this wonder of living in
the day for the day, is what we practice on our workshops, because
you see, that is where creativity finds us, because we go looking for
her in the mountains, by the rivers and lakes of the magnificent
Sibillini mountains.
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