Can one be zen and out of time simultaneously? Can there be a place for intellectual panic coinciding with emotional calm? Because that's where I am these days, in zenic. Seeing so clearly what should be done, can be done, will be done, and then what won't. The surprise, if any, is the effortless ability to accept how things are, and to proceed without delay (other than, of course, included and accepted procrastination). I don't know what got into me, and it certainly isn't bliss, but I can live with this, I can live with zenic. Especially if I also get back to yoga, seeing that my left knee has decided to be out of order occasionally. Bikram himself says, and the teachers don't get tired of repeating it in class, that you can fuck with the Gods, but you cannot fuck with your knees. I'm sure he uses a proper word like mess, but that's not how I stored the line.
Meanwhile, taking a moment here and there to help my babies get through the first heat wave this country has seen since 2006 (a legendary summer, some say, that I spent in Bucharest, rather), with extra water and more serious bug fighting, I marveled at the speed with which developments show up with the sun and food they're getting. Pinkus, the bougainvillea is back, its first buds ready. The honeysuckle, under constant attack from a sticky fungus, is striving to grow new flowers. I haven't in three years seen a row of gazania (that pink flower, someone finally enlightened me to its name on Flickr) that glorious, and the revived chili plant is in bloom! Where are those bees when you need them?
Last night I made contact (twice! blame it on the beer) with the lady who grows this amazing garden on Cleveland Street. My biggest fan had the brilliant, if wacky, if endearing idea that I should start a pub meeting of local gardeners doing much with little, and Emma was all up for it! Now, if only I get myself into gear... I need more photos of flowery wonders on the streets around us, though I have documented at least half of them already. But all is much better to show on a classy invite just how diverse forms our passion takes, and in just how many unlikely spaces. Fingers crossed that Satruday is sunny, and there will come my first photo trip.
On the way home from the office, I couldn't help notice that the partying season of Fitzroy Square is getting bigger and posher: what with a toilet like that outside the garden? I've had the pleasure to use one during the first wedding last year, and blimey, does it feel proper! It even has a flat TV screen blasting Ice Age or some other nonsense by the sinks, because where would our loo quality time be without a spot of moving pictures? It must be envy speaking through me, dear God! I have a zen bathroom (speaking of zen) right here and yet lust over the mobile corporate loo parked in front of the park? Zenic, I tell you, zenic!