Sunday, 27 February 2011

Living on a prayer

Well I am fresh from another blog break, which I put down to England winning yet another game of rugby. It's great to see the boys doing so well and getting back into the habit of winning games, winning like most things is a habit and one which comes easier with the frequency in which it occurs.

My habit at the moment is riding my scooter, Champion. I love it. Yesterday, in a soberish moment I was reminded about some off road scootering of a different kind that I had gotten myself involved in on the early hours of Sunday morning - by all accounts after we had won the rugby I decided that it would be funny to ride my scooter around the bar that we were all in - rounding everyone up to head off to Ikon - the main nightclub here.

Swiftly moving on. I had quite a sobering and intro"re"spective thought earlier. Now that isn't a word, but I noticed, whilst having breakfast at the Cashew Nut, well I noticed the girl from the massage shop next door lighting her scented sticks outside of her shop, she was sat down on the back of her heels, on the balls of her feet and saying a prayer. It actually looked quite beautiful and I am referring to not only the imagery, but also with a view to what she must have been thinking and maybe praying for in her thoughts, she looked truly content and relaxed - it was just one of those moments when everything else close around me seemed to blur into one with everything else and I actually felt a bit spiritual myself.

Sort of how I felt when I was looking eternally into the sunset in Bali last week....


I guess sometimes it's just good to feel that you may be part of a much bigger picture, not necessarily a spiritual or a religious one, but hopefully an everlasting one.

That's my thought for the day.

I hope you have one that makes you feel as equally content. x

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