(just to start things rolling again, heres my leaving from epic post, seems very long ago and very far away)
Well… finally time for me to leave Epic.
Yesterday, on a bleak and windswept Wednesday i got up at 6:30 and went to London.
All to meet Amma, that Indian saint woman, the hugging mother, she is an incarnation of the mother goddess. Over the past 36 years she has hugged 28 million people, sometimes for 22 hours non stop.
It really is an incredible experience, not something for describing in words, but suspend your disbelief. if ever you get the chance to hug her. just do!
Theres a lot of heart and unconditional love in this world, we are all a small part of it.
hmmm… I would like as my leaving song ‘Your going to make me lonesome when your gone’, by Bob Dylan
because thats the song i’d always play whenever a friend of mine would leave.
despite the title it’s a sweet cheery tune, off ‘blood on the tracks’, Dylans big breakup album, but this song is just so good natured and fun, like how you feel when the rain finally blows away and the sun comes out!
i’m humming it now.
That is quite easily the longest i’ve ever done anything. A marvelous achievement!
It’s been a huge part of my life and a mostly happy time.
I started off working on Video Arts with Martin and Wangchuck and Ali and Kristy …
I’d only been here 3 months when Sibéal was born.
Nobody at work knew diddley squat about me, i was the complete new boy, but they all chipped in and turned up on the doorstep with flowers, and a babygro with a 3d lenticular vision puppy on it.
And thats the way peeps have been to me throughout all the way though to my last db learning project, an uninspiring chore, but everybody on the team was so good natured and encouraging. hugely appreciated.
Luckily my brov was staying over to look after Finn and he shook me awake at 3am, apparently the hospital had phoned 10 times, but were unable to wake us from our blessed slumbers.
I pegged it through the streets of Kemp town, running all the way, beneath the bone white glare of the august Full moon.
Got there just in the nick of time! hurrah, births are extraordinary and painful things… much easier in life to be a bloke!
Whilst pam was in a state of shock and recovering, I was handed my beautiful baby daughter, so in time honoured tradition i held her up to show her the view at dawn on the morning of her birth. hurrah!
here it is!
something worthy of getting sentimental about
this is what she looks like nowadays,
that is pretty much what working at epic has been about for me.
but you lot should all take a big bow, you’ve been brilliant, it’s been a pleasure!
I’ll leave my African Buddha in the quiet room, as i’ve always felt it’s like the Ravens and the tower, if i take it away the building may well fall down!
the other week Sibéal and her best friend Elfienan were in the kitchen and were reciting the whole thing! amazing, apparently they learn it in the school and have to do a different action and facial expression for each line
It was superb, hilarious and i’m sure just what manley hopkins had in mind, he’d have been chuffed!
Glory be to God for dappled things–
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise Him.