'A feeling is so much stronger than a thought'

'A feeling is so much stronger than a thought'


Above, the Heathrow-departing jetstreams make multi criss-cross patterns in an otherwise clear blue sky.
Chugging up the Thames, looking up, laid back in a stinky diesel-powered, open-sided, semi-shaded vessel, in the back seat, getting high on the fumes and the cooling breeze blowing down from teddington lock.

That was yesterday morning, as I recall with such 'poetic charm', a beautiful english summers morning, my train of thought is brought realtime by the chick shouting through the heavy studio door for her daddy, she is clingy today and i am cuddly with her, she really missed us the 2 days we have been away...........

jules must have tempted her back into the garden with sweeties or, more likely the promise of an ice cream , while i am left here, attempting to begin a long mental list of jobs to be done today..........if i wrote them down, I think would be scared back into bed or to the pub to sweep them under the carpet, so I will extract them one by one from the bit of memory they reside in, as and when i need to through the day.... I will try to act on 'feelings' and not 'thought'.....those feelings are pulling me to the garden now, to sit and play with chick and jules..................let me resume my nostalgia...........


mmmmmmmmmm..........mentally re-walking now along past kew gardens on the right, being amazed by the magnificence and hugeness of the trees, especially the mega-copper beech with a plaque to signify how grand and important it is 'one of london's most important trees' it reads.........wow, quite an acheivement...........turning a few corners and stumbling upon a village green with cricket match in full swing, diving into pub for lager and coolness hiding from the hottest day of the year, wondering how we arrived in this time-warp landscape of what surely must be definately NOT london..........my head is boiling.............


I wonder if I always feel like this after a U2 gig...... I am dreamy, yet fully awake, everything matters, things make sense. Even the confusion and chaos has purpose; there IS reason......

Beautiful things happen at U2 gigs, around U2 gigs, strange 'co-incedences', deep, deep feelings surface, time opens up and reaveals 'now'. Miracles happen, miracles happen.........