Been away for a few days: seeing old friends - and new - amidst the metropolis of London. Attempting not to loose time; travelling with my digitised notes and lectures on Mp3 so as to keep busy with knowledge nourishment... keeping ties, making ties, hoping not to sever others; making contact, keeping distances - a whole plethora of interconnections.
Weaving the Web: we are the living Internet. A mesh, both animate and inanimate, of networks, connections, threads, pulses, radiations, and responses. What we do comes rebounded back; each action echoed through myriad of reverberations.
We watch our steps, allowing each to become our healing game.
Just like this song: The Healing Game by Van Morrison