Dear Diary; Being Humans on the Stage of Life

Our Saturday afternoon date to  the Duke of York square is now like walking into the next phase of creating our play… 

Each Saturday for the past few weeks we have tramped up the Kings road, bought our brunch at Pret and then enjoyed a picnic in our quiet outdoor cafe – sitting about with a few others with the same idea.

On the bare floor boards of our stage- without a set… 

And then magic happened…

Our cafe had turned itself into a bright coloured show…

The set now boasts stalls selling amazing cake and salads, bubbles flowing in a golden champagne stream with brightly coloured bunting fluttering above us, sunshine fun laughter, sparkles …

People experiencing joy from Oysters and Champagne and Mango banana cake.

Being human – such a simple thing.

We like to be together… Sit about together and get intoxicated on coffee beer and Champagne

On life

On love

Such purpose in doing nothing 

Enjoying the best cake ever.

Later Anadi and I dropped into the supermarket…

A lady stopped us in the aisle – she wanted to know if walnuts were good for her brain, we assured her they were!

The man on duty glanced at my feet, so I darted away…

‘Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?’ a muffled voice from behind his mask, asked me…

He had tracked me down…

‘Because I like being barefoot…’I replied, ‘I ran across Spain without my shoes’ I continued as way of some sort of explanation!

‘Where did you start from? He asked

‘Suances…’ I replied; he nodded….

‘It keeps your feet strong doesn’t it…?  Very good for them, but you have to keep your eyes open…’

We had become the best of friends and I recounted some of my barefoot experiences, until Anadi found me and we continued on with our Saturday adventure…

Stepping out of the store – the Chelsea Hospital opposite us – we noticed a young woman on the other side of the road… She trailed behind a man, every so often stopping and holding her side, leaning on a lamp post, then the wall…

Slowly they walked up and down outside the hospital, he dragging a small overnight bag on wheels behind him.

‘I wish they’d go into the hospital’ I said… ‘Why do you wish they’d go in?’  Anadi asked;

‘She just looks in so much pain’, I said… ‘And, I think she’ll have the baby out here on the street, if they don’t go in soon’!

Human beings, being; Saturday unfolding, every one of us taking the next step and the next… So many of us here…. Partaking in life, with all its rich tapestry of difference, the scenes unfolding.

For each and every one of us

Being humans

Spiritual beings on a human journey on the stage of life.