I have just read the front page of a blog belonging to someone who writes for the '...' and has published an anthology of poems of poems with super mega star '...' and has pulled a trolley across the sahara. I think: 'But can you crochet? Can you? How are you at fixing supper?'

Am I jaded?

What sort of world am I living in?

Anyway I am grateful. A friend made a beautiful thing today and someone else made me lunch in the sun.

I wonder if I have a new perspective on time, people, place. I have previously thought it was a pragmatic thing. Last night was an intersection and I saw how things can come together on earth and be perfect. It has been like that before but I haven't really understood what was happening. Those intersections are points where heaven and earth meet, where things are exactly as they should be, always and forever. Solid moments when all others are like dreams attempting to be real. These times are the water of life, they make me real, I live in them, I continue to be there in them, completely there,completely happy when time moves on and things become mist and shadows again.

These times seems to be there as hidden gifts which I stumble into, like falling in love.

Rumi has said ” The most living moment comes when those who love each other meet each other’s eyes and in what flows between them then. To see your face in a crowd of others, or alone on a frightening street, I weep for that. Our tears improve the earth. The time you scolded me, your gratitude, your laughing, always your qualities increase the soul. “