rainy days

in september..... and so the students returned. Suddenly there are lots more people, and much more music and paper on the pavement. But it is part of the life of manchester, so let it roll!! Just lets make sure us oldies roll with it!!

Feel really pulled and streached in my thoughts at the mo, in tension between so many different poles. A tricky but fresh place to be, if not a little frustrating at times. Suddenly can't quite words to it, so will wait on that for a little while.

One question I have been wrestling with, is about being in the real world, not just a little bubble, but actually engaging with this city. But where and how. What is reality?? Do i go and work with the homeless, because that is a part of this place, or do i go and serve latte's to the coffee culture, another bubble in itself.

Perhaps the world is just full of bubbles??

But where am i am meant to be in this, what bubble should i be going to, learning from and hopefully impacting.
This little bubble, is comfy, but a tad too small. I have cramp. Life, me thinks, is also meant to be a tad fuller than what it is at the moment.

Why, so often, do I feel like i should be wearing tweed (its the season darling), and having my 35th birthday.
where has all the fun gone - and i'm only 21!!

Right, rant over - am off to find this thing called life, in its fullest!