I’m in the pooh again. Along with everyone else living in rural Switerland.
The farmers have come out of hibernation and are spraying the stuff at us from all angles. Even though, only the other day, we were all given heaps of high quality fertilizer from Iceland. Absolutely free, without even lifting a finger.
I think its called obligatory abundance.
Actually they let the cows back out to play on the same day aeroplanes were allowed back in the skies above. So, after 6 glorious days of silence, suddenly the sounds we normally take for granted all arrived back on our doorstep in one jangled tangle.
To tune you in to my wavelength, I’ve made a recording for you. (See link on my previous post). Download it absolutely free and play it on your ipod or in your car so you can tune in to the pristine energies of the Swiss Alps. (A word of warning: Listen to it at your own risk! : )) You might start thinking like me!)
And run out into the street naked, like Archimedes, shouting ‘Eyjafjallajokull. Eyjafjallajokull.’
So what does Eyjafjallajokull have to do with re-dreaming your life?
And what does it mean anyway?
It sounds a bit like ‘Eye-a-all-full-a-your-coal’
and that’s basically what it means.
Eyjafjallajokull is a wakeup call from Mother nature.
Not a war cry but a tiny burp. A polite hiccup. Just enough to shatter our rose-tinted illusions.
Our illusion that Continue reading