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Friday Afternoons….

Posted by stevelowton on September 12, 2008

Do yourself a favour. Today.

Learn to nap.

I napped today after a busy morning. In fact after a busy few days {by my new and emerging standards}.

Yesterday, I went into town on a bus. Upstairs on a bus. You should try it. You see loads of stuff you miss from a car. It’s just such a surreal environment – upstairs on a bus. Lots of my fellow passengers looked a bit growly and fierce like they were protecting themselves from me. I smiled my idiot smile. the smile that says loudly’ Don’t worry about me – I am a bit simple’. It didn’t work.

I had ‘lunch’ with an old work colleague. Someone who found themselves a ‘them shaped hole’ and got into it. Unlike Sarah Palin, Kevin Keegan and Gordon Brown – he is the right person in the right job. I meet so few in this camp that it was refreshing and a pleasure to be with him. I am learning to eat slowly and I am growing quite conscious that people seem to be watching me. Since leaving my corporate home I have been learning how to eat, what to eat and the whole exercise piece. It’s hard work after years of self abuse but its worth it. I feel strong.

I walked home {probably about 8miles}. It was a lovely afternoon and I am breaking in my new second hand ex squaddie boots {see reference to learning to fell walk}. It was just such a special time. Alone. Ipod fully  charged. Present.

In the evening I went to the youth group I have worked at for years now. It’s on one of the so called ‘under privileged’ housing estates in Leeds. I think they call it under privileged because that’s what you are under whilst you are on the estate. Under a privilege. the guys we meet are great. Funny. Very bright. Leave me firmly in my place. Each hard earned victory is a huge succcess – stuff that we would take for granted like getting a place in college. Going on holiday for literally a day. Not getting excluded. I love those kids.

Today, I spent the morning with the brilliantly talented folks who are working with my wacky genius friend, Steve, setting up a business focussed on telling and hearing stoires. We took some giant leaps today thanks to the three of them. I tend to laugh a lot and just be happy that I am sat with them. I never met people like these whilst I was a corporate feller. What a relief.

Finally Tesco’s. Please note not brand placement. It was hard work. Don’t understand how they got the word ’super’ in front of these ‘markets’. it wasn’t super. It was huge. Daunting. The check out woman recognised I was a bit shell shocked and treated me like her youngest daftest son. 

Home.

Napping. My head was too full. Being present. Learning new stuff. Watching the lilies. Becoming the man I am meant to be. Walking home. Loving. Being in the company of brilliant people. Being in the world. Hard work. I napped. My wife sat and typed her mails, one eye on me. I napped. My daughters put the week down and picked up their weekends. I napped.  The world was a good place and still turning. I napped.

Today was the best day of my life and there was room for a nap.

Learn to nap. You are worth it.

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Just an ordinary day….and its only teatime!

Posted by stevelowton on September 10, 2008

Late delivery for my post today. Sorry all.

As you know my life is a little topsy turvy at the moment…..and looks like it will be for some time. Most days I enjoy it, others less so. But I am learning to be ‘present’ in the day. I have therefore learned a new expression to sum up my day. It makes my wife laugh. “Today”, I announce “Today is the best day of my life!”. And I mean it. I am slowly learning that yesterday and tomorrow are countries that I must not visit today. I will get stuck at the immigration controls of regret, nostalgia, fear or uncertainty. So I don’t go there. Today is what matters. So what about today – why was today the best day of my life?

Today, my wife and I did all the washing! The sky was very blue { a bit of a rarity these days} and the wind was warm. A perfect drying day. How life would be a lot easier with an empty washing basket!

Today, my wife and I went walking in the fields near our house. Just her and me – relearning romancing. She is better than me. Relearning how to communicate. Once again she is better than me. I talked a lot about what’s going on in my heart and head and she listened. She talked a lot about her own current state of happiness and how she always smiles when she thinks about my new journey. It makes me want to cry, like I am now.

Today, my wife and I visited the best coffee house in England! Baraka. It is literally heavenly and the guys who work their are outstanding. So N, H & P thanks for your time today. You are all great.

Today, my wife and I spent some time with one of our lovely friends and her astonishing nearly 1 year old. He has greatness about him and a gentility and personality which put me in awe.

Today, my wife and I bounced on our trampoline. I can do 151 sit ups now {where you bounce on your bum and stand up}. Try it!

Today my wife and I watched an episode of one of my favourite programmes, “Taking Over the Ayslum”. Please watch it – its still available! . Its 6 episodes of brilliance, exploring how we make sense of the world against the backdrop of a psychiartic unit in Glasgow. Oh, and watch out for a very young David Tennant.

Today, I read a mail from my whacky genius radical friend, Steve Lowton – owner of this site. He is a traveller. His mail was about his next round of exciting journeys – you will be able to read about them soon at this site.

Today, my wife cut my hair.

Today, I thought about my two ‘old’ bosses. Two truly great women. By old I don’t mean ‘old’, I mean from when I was a grown up and had a ‘proper’ job. I wonder if therefore what I am doing now is ‘growing down’?

Today, I made salad and pizza’s.

Today, I greeted my beautiful daughter home from school. Safe, sound and happy. Soon, I will greet my other beautiful daughter.

Today, I will soon be collected by one of my very best friend’s whom I look up to with great respect, and we will visit the guys who come to our weekly youth club, SPACE. They are fantastic young people. I love being with them. It is a privilege.

Today, I will eat with friends. Listen to their stories about America. They will be calm and happy and I will be giddy and excited.

Today, I will read before I sleep.

Today……. is the best day of my life…..

….see you tomorrow. It promises to be a good day, perhaps even my best.

Good night.

Tim Ocsko

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A New Olympic Event-Moving Home!

Posted by stevelowton on August 8, 2008

Today, on the 8th day of the 8th month of the 8th year of the new millennium, the Olympic Games opens in Beijing. The number eight in Chinese culture speaks of good fortune and the Chinese Goverment will be hoping that this expensive re-branding of the Chinese nation will signal great good fortune.

For me and my household, 08/08/08 speaks of another event. One that I am sure will come to feature in the Olympian calender-that of moving home! Truly it is an Olympian sport in the making, with much fun for all observers though little for participants I think.

Moving home is a hugely emotive event. And so it should be, for homes matter. Where we live imbibes so much of the hopes and dreams we all carry. Much is invested of ourselves into the small plot of land we fondly call home. So it is for us. Sitting in my lounge looking out over a last sunset over a western sky I cannot but help reflect on the wonder of the many journeys that have originated in this place we have called home these last five years. The journey of my eldest daughter to the altar two years ago as she married the love of her life. The journey of my second daughter as she has repeatedly launched out adventures that have taken her round the world. Journeys also for my wife and I as we have twice travelled to, yes wait for it, China to adopt out two very wonderful Chinese daughters. And yes, the wonder of the walking that has opened up adventures in lands across Europe and into the Middle East, as one day I opened my front door and walked out of the place I call home in search of so much.

In ancient Hebrew the number eight means new beginnings, for after the seven day narrative of creation, so the eighth day new things could begin. So we go looking for new adventures on this eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth year of this millenium. I am excited, but go gently with me for my heart is also tender. Tender to the magic of such moments; tender also to the loss that has also been part of this journey.

Yes homes are powerful places. Your home and my home. What stories can rise from within these sacred walls, and who will have the courage to unlock the treasures that lie within?

So todays blog is dedicated to  the homes of ordinary people-your home and mine. A new Olympic event I doubt, but a place of the most incredible events you can be sure.

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