Insert first email to Belle here. Fucking I lost it last time, I don’t really trust it anymore.
Tu es belle
Oops wrong language; true anyway. Start again.
Dear Belle,
A dreadful night. I got about an hours sleep. All my own fault really, I just overreacted to a casual reference to Christmas in an email from LaB but I could not work out any way that it didn’t mean she couldn’t care less where I spend Christmas and she certainly wasn’t planning to spend it with me.
But in a way it was good because I went back and read my blogs from my day one this time and following - a lot of good stuff . I thought I’d been much harsher about LaB than in fact I had.
So up at six to lead morning meditation, but I have brought down my kettle from the caravan so I was able to make myself a coffee and stay in my room. And I got quite excited about furnishing the room with some of my own things. As LaB says it doesn’t really matter how long I stay, I might as well make it comfortable and homely. It’s quite funny because last night I also read my blogs from when I first went sober 2 years ago, and the first thing I did, having lived in my room in Suffolk on the farm for nearly 3 years, but not really paying any attention to it, was to furnish it properly and make it comfortable and although I only stayed there for another four months I think they were the best four months I spent there. Thanks to you again,
love David
PS I’m sorry but now I’m dictating these they’re getting much longer. Blame the iPhone. To which I’m definitely becoming addicted. I need to manage my use of it more strictly. I have muted some WhatsApp conversations.
The echoes of Sweffling are uncanny. Smoking out of the window. Furnishing my room. Making myself comfortable. Looking east in the morning. I’m just being here in the same room as I stayed in when I first came.
Emails to Belle
A very jolly day, with lots of water action🤣. Discussed next years program, it’s a joke, major Retreat / event about twice a month on average. But a good meeting and we’re all on the same page. So to bed, early night XD
On Mon 4 Nov 2019 at 11:52, David wrote:
This place is very strange. I fessed up at our morning meeting to feeling really crappy about everything and then someone bursting in the middle I said something about a sweet Flood that is in French and Giovanni and I rushed out define the kitchen dining room and laundry room about 5 cm deep in water. So after a jolly good team effort in half an hour we swept it all out the door and re-dug a drainage ditch at the stupid builders and filled in as well as breaking the actual drain. This made me love Giovanni and cheered me up in Ormus Lee. That was a Normas Lee enormously . Love DAVID
PS I feel I should correct this but I think it makes sense. I don’t know why it insists on putting my name in caps.
On Mon 4 Nov 2019 at 08:45, David wrote:
Tu es belle
Oops wrong language; true anyway. Start again.
Dear Belle,
A dreadful night. I got about an hours sleep. All my own fault really, I just overreacted to a casual reference to Christmas in an email from LaB but I could not work out any way that it didn’t mean she couldn’t care less where I spend Christmas and she certainly wasn’t planning to spend it with me.
But in a way it was good because I went back and read my blogs from my day one this time and following - a lot of good stuff . I thought I’d been much harsher about LaB than in fact I had.
So up at six to lead morning meditation, but I have brought down my kettle from the caravan so I was able to make myself a coffee and stay in my room. And I got quite excited about furnishing the room with some of my own things. As LaB says it doesn’t really matter how long I stay, I might as well make it comfortable and homely. It’s quite funny because last night I also read my blogs from when I first went sober 2 years ago, and the first thing I did, having lived in my room in Suffolk on the farm for nearly 3 years, but not really paying any attention to it, was to furnish it properly and make it comfortable and although I only stayed there for another four months I think they were the best four months I spent there. Thanks to you again,
love David
PS I’m sorry but now I’m dictating these they’re getting much longer. Blame the iPhone. To which I’m definitely becoming addicted. I need to manage my use of it more strictly. I have muted some WhatsApp conversations.
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Coffee in the morning without leaving my room 😀
Taking your good advice. Soon have it looking just like the caravan 🤣
9:30 pm
Watching a soppy film, set in Kenya with lots of elephants. Action packed day, kitchen and refectory flooded in the morning, cleared it out and dug a drain with Giovanni and Amandine, then a 2 hour deans’ meeting all about next years’ programme. It’s mad of course, but I think we’ve got rid of the ‘individual retreat ants’ is idle fucks who don’t stay long enough to be anything but work(for us). Basically they were being stuffed into all the gaps between the retreats, so no time off for us boobies. Excellent meeting, we’re all on the same page I think. Maybe I do love Giovanni really. I’m going to see if I can get back from Ibiza for the big meeting - maybe fly to Paris or Bordeaux and then train it. Wish me luck - off to see le préfet in the morning
Sorry I missed you. Lousy signal here at the moment, I think we’re running on one Flybox. I’d be better off in the caravan but she’s run out of leccy. It would have been lovely to talk.
Feeling much more positive about responding to Laurence’s agenda and writing my own paper about the community. I feel I can do it without getting angry or being unnecessarily negative. I shall definitely look into flights from Ibiza back to France; I’m trying to get back in time for the big meeting.
I’m really enjoying listening to Richard Rohr talking about the enneagram.
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