Waiting.

So, here we are. We are here. Waiting. I'm always waiting for something to happen. It always does on TV, every episode, without fail. You can count on it. On TV you can count on it. Nothing is happening. Does that mean there is something wrong? Is there something wrong with me. There is probably something wrong with me, but don't worry, I can fix it. There will be some product that will fix it. On TV there will be some product that will fix me and make something happen, just like on TV. Everything can be fixed. You just have to buy the right product. I'm a believer. I don't believe much in myself, but I believe in TV and I believe in products and I believe in fixing everything and I believe that eventually something will happen. In the meantime, I'll just wait here with you.

Sitting.

I only just got here. It seems that way. I always feel like I have just arrived. At the same time this sitting feels like forever. It's neither good nor bad. I want the moment to have more shape and colour, but it just is. I find myself wriggling, whilst being more and more aware of the stillness I'm wriggling in. You seem quite comfortable. I admit I hate you for it. I laugh at my smallness. This is who I am. I am little me, wriggling in the stillness, aching for shape and colour and smiling.

Arriving.

It's November 2007. I'm just landing and you are here to greet me. Thank-you for the welcome. We are journeyers both and here our paths cross. I will not ask you all your secrets or burden you with mine. Let's enjoy the silence together, breathing. Would you like a cup of tea? After the ritual the stillness remains. My blessings to you. When the moment comes we know it will be "on we go."