Dropping by to Say Hello

Dear friend,

My good friend Bessie is visiting. She’s curled up on the couch watching me at my desk. A solid presence.

I mixed some tinned mackerel in with her food this morning and she wolfed it down. We’ll head off for the marshes before the light goes for a run around.

Here she is on the stripy blue cotton sheet Chiara and me bought off a man on the beach in Italy a few summers ago. Behind her is a photograph of Angelo and Bettie taken in the alps when they were young parents.

Bessie was a good friend to our Santy.

I won’t forget how Bessie looked for her the first few times when we’d visit; after Santy died. She searched the garden at ours and then the lower floor of the house. I could sense her confusion. It was no less than my own.

Ash and Ayse stayed over last night and we talked about art and music and spirituality and played some music together. I dropped them this morning at the tube station for their flight to America before driving over to pick up Bessie.

Jeremy landed in the UK this afternoon after a day’s delay to his flight from Canada. He’s gone for lunch in Mayfair then I’ll pick him up from the tube later.

It’s astonishing how much activity can arise around you. I’m glad of it. I’ve always liked it to be around creativity and animals, and it’s nice to be at home after all the excitement of travelling.

I pottered around until the early hours of this morning cleaning and sorting and thinking. I don’t use AI for our letters, but I do think of it as a collaborator for other things. If I want to work through some thoughts that I’m wanting to get across clearly, I’ll work with AI on that. I see it as an augmentation for human intelligence, not; in any way, a replacement.

How long do you think it will be until we have transporters like they do in Star Trek, so we can beam ourselves around the planet and out into space?

It’ll make air travel as we know it now seem unimaginable.

Sit on a metal tube of sorts on wheels and walk through a shed full of things to buy. Stand in long lines and take your belt off and stand in front of a machine while someone x-rays your bag. Wait around and then get on another tube of metal, but this time it has wings. Get out of that tube into another shed and so on until what seemed like a miracle becomes so you hardly notice the complexity of its pedigree.

One day it will be the same for transport beams.

We’ve an incredible capacity for taking wonders for granted.

We’re much happier when we give thanks for what’s showing up in the now.

Bessie has this gorgeous over bite. She’s snoring with one ear up and one down. I love how comfortable she feels here; like our place is a second home for her.

I love that friends feel good here when they visit too.

I was chatting with someone today who may want to remain anonymous, but he told me that he reads these messages often and thanked me for them. Another friend let me know that he can’t always read them, but is glad to see them pop into his inbox.

I’m glad for that too.

It’s something like the digital version of dropping by and saying hello, which we used to do when there wasn’t so much going on outside and we lived nearer to one other.

Now we’re all over the world.

How amazing it is to connect deeply on a global level.

Sure there are lots and lots of people who see enemies all over the place.

But there are and always have been, people who are learning that we’re seeing the projection of our own minds. One day we’ll look back on the collective insanity of our species and wonder what it must have been like to live with.

Our combined commitment to kindness and refusing to believe in the endless stories fabricated by our false self. Stilling the voice in the head that is up and down and round the bend; it’s powerful.

Be encouraged.

Do what you can.

Till tomorrow

Love

Mikey