Happy Epiphany
In Russia I believe they are having Christmas. Here the cold of yesterday is less so and the layers needed to brave the elements less than of late. I waddle to the beach, waddle round the harbour, feel slim within all this but so few see! Did I have an epiphany moment? Yes - spent ages setting up a new printer and was about to send it back all righteous and pissed off when eventually saw I had not removed one piece of sellotape that was holding back the whole operation. Ha-ha! We have words. It clicks into action after an hour of incomprehension and it works. Not perhaps much of an epiphany moment in the grand scheme of things. I saw a huge fat rainbow. I learnt that Iris is the Greek Goddess of the rainbow. I saw that my hen with the broken leg (dog attack - not my dog) strayed far today and seems to be getting through this.
Perhaps that's enough of forced epiphanies.
I had a job typing for an elderly lady once. I remember she had hand written something she called the epiphany lectures and I typed them up on an old typewriter in her old house in North London and outside it was icy and she was afraid of slipping on the path and everything smelt old and musty. I wanted to be a writer and I wondered what I was doing in an old women's house typing? But also felt strangely priveledged to be typing up - the epiphany lectures. Like I was playing my part in something rather wise that I didn't understand but at least I was showing up, doing something, and getting paid.
That was an epiphany a long time ago. She was ancient then. Are there still old houses dark with mahogony and thick with moth balls and furniture polish and the slow ticking of a grandfather clock? Life can be so full of coversations, laughter, busy things, doing things, going places, digging gardens, making cakes but somehow methinks when so much of all this fades it will be these vague dream-like images that will remain - you know - the catalogue we each carry of - a bannister sloping into a green hall, the whiff of cinammon, the sudden dash of a white poodle, the splash of water into a tub, the gauze blowing up as the wind steals through the open window. Those things.