July 12, 2015 § 1 Comment
Driving home from the farmers market at K Village in Bangkok last night – stuck in traffic on Ratchaphreuk there was a beautiful golden sunset and this old Bing Crosby tune came to me.
It had been a long day and sales were low as all the local international schools are on holiday.
I guess the art of happiness lies in seeing the special moments in the everyday.
…and by the way…that is not a typo… Som is my wife’s name.
June 20, 2015 § 2 Comments
I set out this morning with a bit of a headache. The cistern in the bathroom has started to leak and a wet trail is snaking across the bathroom floor to the drain. The little rubber washer that until now has held its own and done its work is starting to give up the ghost. Another little job to do that turns my mind to entropy. I live in a tropical climate where the jungle is only over the wall and always trying to get in. The tamarind tree is resisting our attempts to domesticate it and is lifting the decking boards I only readjusted a few months ago around it. The screws are rusting, the paint is peeling, and my skin is losing its elasticity.
A tide of bad news washed around my feet this morning, the water dark and dirty.
When you have a headache these things can get to you. I’m driving into the city on the freeway, taking the goods to market, contemplating these things and wondering how we all cope with it. A few of us don’t. Some of us do terrible things because we don’t, but the vast and overwhelming majority of us do cope. If we didnt, we would have disappeared as a species long ago. I look across the cityscape as I sit in the jam and see countless construction sites stretching into the murky morning haze of Bangkok. A guy in a crane lifting steel, raising the city out of the mud. I wonder what time he got up this morning and climbed into his tower?
My thoughts drift out a million miles away to a tiny damaged lump of metal sitting on a comet waiting for the sun, and to the men and women who put it there, listening for its ‘good morning’; who put it there in the hope of fathoming out where all this is going and where it all came from.
I dont know… just go home and fix the washer.
June 17, 2015 § 2 Comments
I’ve been a published artist for many years and I’m used to that (and of course grateful to have all those opportunities), but becoming a published author is a little scary for some reason.
Strangers reading my words and thoughts are not so much of a problem, even though I’m sure there will be people who will think it all nonsense – never mind, I think I can cope with that. I’m not making any great claims of my knowledge or expertise at all and in this work am actively encouraging people to seek out their own Tai Chi Tutors to learn the art seriously.
No – what worries me a little is the people who know me – friends and family – being able to read my thoughts, who might perhaps be surprised at what actually goes through my head.
It is only a small start for having my words published but quite a big step for me. I feel I should be taking myself more seriously for some reason. That is quite hard when I very easily see the absurdities of life.
What I would like, if anybody is reading, is to contact Tai Chi tutors and to welcome them to join my directory and add their weblinks. The cards will shortly be getting a lot of attention and I’d love to be able to offer people access to good training.
June 16, 2015 § Leave a comment
I spent all day today setting up a new wordpress website here.
I have included a page especially for Tai Chi Tutors to add their details. If you would like to be added to the list please navigate here
March 27, 2015 § Leave a comment
I am very happy to announce that with the publication of – Tai Chi Reflections – coming up in august, I will be a fully published author as well as being a long standing, seasoned, published illustrator, thanks to Findhorn Press.
Tai Chi Reflections is a set of 48 self-empowerment cards based around the body language of the tai chi form. I would like, in due course, to tell you all about this project and to introduce you to the great team I assembled for Tai Chi Reflections and also to introduce you to their work.
With a view to better integrating my web presence, I am currently looking to shift all my personal home website to WordPress and then to integrate ‘Still Glides the Stream’, and my other occasional blog ‘An Englishman in Bangkok’ all into one more user friendly site.
I suppose I should be a little more serious about my writing from now on….. and I am of course a very serious man…. but anyone who knows me would surely be a little disappointed if I were to curb the quirkier aspects of my view of the world. Don’t worry – I’m sure that won’t happen.
Thanks for listening,
June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
I found this little fragment in an old notebook – who knows what was going through my mind at the time. It does amuse me though and it could easily fit into the Muesli Slush material – I must get round to stitching all that together sometime and wear it.
In the time it takes to scorch two slices of bread beyond redemption, Muesli Slush had bitten off all the nails on his left hand. He would never now make a guitarist. Nothing sinister about that – he was left handed.
A punch-drunk fly with cauliflower eyes ricocheted around the inside of a chinese lantern. An hour previously it had lost all ability to think longitudinally and in a last visionary blaze of a million suns passed into another life. As it dropped out of the bottom of its world, the bottom dropped out of Muesli’s. In his trembling right hand he held the letter…
May 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
‘Contemplating your navel’ – it seems to me that that’s seen as a pretty much negative phrase, implying a mindless and meaningless self absorption. I was contemplating mine this morning and I invite you to do the same. Go on, stick your finger in it. You can probably get away with doing it wherever you are – on a bus, in a business meeting, painting the Forth bridge etc. Whatever you are doing you can probably surreptitiously find it and touch it.
We rarely think about it, but it’s the biggest most powerful symbol of our independence in the world, created in the moment we left the mothership and floated out into vast dark empty space to start to be whatever we were and are going to be, carrying all the hopes and dreams of our antecedents with us. What a wonderful thing it is.
Oh and while you’re in there, get that little but of fluff out of it.