The cycles of life – round and round they go…Children playing, exploring investigating.
Being instructed to ‘stop that right now’…
Reprimanded – controlled, told off… But the child does it anyway… ‘You bad boy’!
‘Give me a child until he is seven – and I will show you the man’.
Unless…
The man wakes up – and investigates the patterns from his childhood – and clears the hurts; the stuck energy…
And then life opens to ‘three thousand possibilities’ in every moment.
Then we are never bored; by the cycles that we are stuck within…
We are never bored by life… The inner reflected outside; never the circumstances always our inner landscape creating our reality….
‘Look…. There’s someone in the river’, I said…
Anadi and I leaned over Battersea bridge watching a man leisurely swimming about below us.
We had enjoyed a late sunny Sunday afternoon walk along the South bank, still bathed in its warmth, and were now making our way back…
A police van drew up beside us, one of the police offers leapt out and shouted to the man…‘Yes, yes – I’m coming in’, he responded.
We watched him navigate his way – against the current now; his bare bottom revealed by flashes of light glinting on the water…Three police officers now, awaited him on the steps… Two more soon joined and a conversation full of gesticulations from all parties ensued…
Our theatre in the moment unfolding.
Quite soon the party broke up… And with some shorts on now – he sauntered off.
I turned to Anadi – ‘I want to Congratulate him’
We ran after him…‘Well done’ – I said, he turned and smiled; tall, piercing blue eyes, late forties perhaps…
‘Why thank you’ he replied – an educated voice – you might guess him to be a lawyer, a professional man…
‘The police didn’t think so’….‘Well at least you weren’t arrested’ – Anadi laughed… ‘It was a close thing’, he said, ‘I gave as good as I got’
‘Is it illegal to swim in the Thames’? I asked.
‘Yes’ – he replied‘…You could have said you didn’t know’…
‘That not a defence in law’ – he smiled at me… We talked a bit more about swimming; riptides and watery adventures!
And then as way of explanation for his swimming fun – he said
‘I’m so bored… of all this….’
And so… maybe as he has always done?
He created his fun, in the sun.
He took the ‘naughty path’…