When I came downstairs this morning the first thing I did
was 30 minutes of meditation. Well, when I say meditation, I mean I made a cup of
tea and stared out of the window for half an hour, trying to decide what to do
with myself. That problem was decided for me when I looked at my emails and
found I had sold a book.
The book was Counting My Chickens, a signed copy by Deborah
Devonshire. She was the youngest of the famous Mitford sisters and
known as Debo. She later became the Dowager Duchess Of Devonshire and
lived at Chatsworth House which is one of Britain’s most famous stately homes. I
parcelled that book up and replaced it in my shop with another signed book by
Debo called Round About Chatsworth. Then I got dressed and headed for
the post office. While I was up town, I had a quick look in the Dorothy House
shop and found a biography of Paul Simon and an autobiography by Gloria
Gaynor. I don’t think they are very valuable though.
I didn’t tarry for long uptown though because it was cold,
and I hadn’t even had breakfast yet. A little later the post arrived and
contained a book called Saint Dominic’s Flashback by Peter Wrench. As
you can guess it is all about the album St Dominic’s Preview. I had a
quick flick through it and read a little bit about Jackie Wilson and how
there are some lyrics in his song Reet Petite which might have inspired
some of the words to Van’s song Tupelo Honey, such as ‘Well, she's like
honey from a bee’ etc.
I did a bit of cleaning in the kitchen while listening to Common
One by Van. The track When Heart Is Open is very experimental and
new-age and the lyrics are very Krishnamurti like. I think he would have
enjoyed that track. So, maybe I did do some meditation after all.
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