It will be fine, but today I had a wobble. Not least because I am currently in Brighton performing at the Festival in Summit, by Andy Smith, a play I am really excited about being part of, but which has taken me away just in time for this delay. So now there are hours of Light Night for which I must arrange new actions.
So, The Handless Project, once again asks more of me and my colleagues than we were prepared for. And, once again, the story gives both wound and remedy. When you don't know what to do set out into the unknown seeking compassionate people. Begin, put your foot on the path. So that is what I am doing and I know it will be ok. More than ok because I will have grown and will have to trust myself more. I have also had occasion to trust my colleagues more so it is time for gratitude. Thank you Deb, Vicci, Joanne, Phil, Rachael, Ellen, Paul, Matthew and Anthony for your kind readjustments and care.
Here is another story of someone who Wanted to try, faced disaster, and then was gifted a greater victory. I am listening to the unthanks singing it as I write. It's a true story.
The King of Rome
By Dave Sudbury
In the West End of Derby lives a working man He says "I can't fly but me pigeons can And when I set them free It's just like part of me Gets lifted up on shining wings" Charlie Edson's pigeon loft was down the yard Of a rented house in Brook Street where life was hard But Charlie had a dream And in nineteenthirteen Charlie bred a pigeon that made his dream come true There was gonna be a champions' race from Italy "Look at the maps, all that land and sea Charlie, you'll lose that bird" But Charlie never heard He put it in a basket and sent it off to Rome On the day o' the big race a storm blew in A thousand birds were swept away and never seen again "Charlie we told you so Surely by now you know When you're living in te West End there ain't many dreams come true" "Yeah, I know, but I had to try A man can crawl around or he can learn to fly And if you live 'round here The ground seems awful near Sometimes I need a lift from victory" I was off with me mates for a pint or two When I saw a wing flash up in the blue "Charlie, it's the King of Rome Come back to his West End home Come outside quick, he's perched up on your roof" "Come on down, your majesty I knew you'd make it back to me Come on down, you lovely one You made me dream come true" In the West End of Derby lives a working man He says "I can't fly but me pigeons can And when I set them free It's just like part of me Gets lifted up on shining wings"