Sunday, 24 April 2011

Miracles and Magic

I wrote another blog post this morning in bed. A long one. I started to type it out and then, for some reason, I clicked on Twitter. No idea why. RTd a few tweets, followed a link, cried a bit. Switched off.
The phone rang and I was so far away I didn’t know who it was even when she said who she was.
‘I don’t know why I rang you,’ she said. ‘I saw you on Twitter and I just had to ring.’
So strange. We haven’t actually spoken in years. We email - but it’s strictly business.

Yet here we were, on Easter Sunday, talking about souls. Actually I didn’t talk much after a while. I listened. A lot. I cried. Again. She threw a proposal at me and I fumbled it. She threw it again and I caught it. I swore. A lot.  And then laughed and laughed and laughed
‘Is it a deal?’
‘It’s a deal.’
‘I’m giving you a deadline,’ she said sternly.
‘You mean a lifeline,’ I replied.
‘It’s a deal: I benefit too, you know. Fill up the black hole with diamonds and dance. Everything is guided; everything has a reason. It’s why we’re talking on Easter Sunday. But keep it under your hat.’

So I took the SP for a long leisurely walk in the woods.  I thought about her proposal and wondered as I wandered.  It was so so mad.  It might not work.  But it would be huge fun to try.  And, really, what do I have to lose? 

So, I didn't post what I was going to post after all - because, really, it was no longer valid.  But, one thing.  In my not-posted non-post, I'd talked about Jonathan Carroll and miracles and magic and I'd said that I didn't think they existed (the M&M, not Jonathan Carroll).  I was wrong.  They do. 

And I was playing this music which, when I first heard, I didn't love but now, having played it more and more, I do. Love. So this stays too.



11 comments:

Bluestocking Mum said...

Isn't it funny how sometimes when you're languishing beneath a dark recess under a heavy stone, suddenly you can see a chink of light. And before you know it, things are not quite so dark as you thought they were.

Everything happens for a reason. I've always believed that.

Carpe Diem J!

xx

PS - I love Rumer.

PPS - I smiled at my word verification - wayminx - is it trying to tell me something? x

Exmoorjane said...

This was bolt from blue, hon, it really was. Very very strange - but most lovely...and very meant. I hope. xxxxxxx Carpe diem? Euge! :)

zenandtheartoftightropewalking said...

I am very VERY happy for you and once again a teensy bit envious. But mostly just happy for you. WV for me is penchall. It sounds esoteric.
Viv
xx

Exmoorjane said...

Penchall, Viv, most totally penchall...no need for envy - if this works you're on the ride, Ms Pirate. :)

Crystal Jigsaw said...

I bought Rumer's album and think she has a wonderfully romantic voice.

I guess we all need some magic in our lives, and if we get a miracle then it's a bonus.

Take care, CJ xx

Esther Montgomery said...

You seem to have a very big hat!

Perhaps I should join Twitter and treat it as a wish list.

Hurray.

Esther

Fennie said...

Go Jane - lucky you. Yes things do seem to happen for a reason - or is it that things happend randomly and then in a carpe diem mode we seize on what has happened to us? Do bad things happen to us for a reason? We don't like to think they do - that would be too awful to contemplate.

Sessha Batto said...

I had a feeling things were going to pop for you ;) It makes me happy to see you happy!! Sending good energy for your venture (of course)!

elizabethm said...

Whatever it is it clearly has your name on it. So glad for you. Sometimes things just fall together. There are no co-incidences.

zenandtheartoftightropewalking said...

intrigued and excited for you.
am gonna send you my pirate pic shortly. you'll like it. I do.

Frances said...

Delighted to read this post, Jane.

Now, of course, I am so curious to learn what is afoot.

xo