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Power, Allotment and A Story

A very dear friend sent this to me today, saying that when she heard it, she thought of me and so sent it along. Turn it up loud, sing along and delight, as I do, in the line,  “People have the power, to wrest the world from fools!” Indeed, delight in it all.

We have made more progress on our allotment, beginning to mark out our long, narrow beds. The middle one is a path not a bed!

And I have a story for you that also came my way today.

“My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.
When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.
Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.
It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.
‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.
‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.
He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.
He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.
It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?
I asked him what happened on his adventure.
‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.
‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.
‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?
‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’
‘And so I did.
‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.
‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.
‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.
‘’Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.
‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.
‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.
‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’
I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.
What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?
‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’
My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.
‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’
But I do. I really believe in it.
And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.”
-from Stardust and Snow, by Paul Magrs
Isn’t that just wonderful? I hope you found it as moving as I did, Dear Readers. Today has been a day of people sending me beautiful things – I have two lovely poems to share with you soon.
 
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Posted by on November 10, 2020 in environment, friendship, music, Photography

 

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Pickled Grapes, Seed Heads and The Bowie Lounge

While we were in Atlanta, my lovely SIL made some Pickled Grapes which looked so beautiful in the jar that I had to give the recipe a try. I did that this morning and they do look amazing. I don’t yet know what they taste like!

Pickled Grapes

The different Clematis plants all have different fluffy seed-heads.

We have just come in from a fabulous musical experience, The Bowie Lounge at our local theatre, The Regal. The whole place was abuzz with excitement and delight at the show, an artistic response to the work of David Bowie with music, word and dance – and all brilliant  local talent. As Mark Kermode said, “A strange and wonderful experience, The Bowie Lounge ….  is joyful, melancholic and really rather moving. I absolutely loved it!”

The Bowie Lounge

 

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David Bowie, Vegetables and A Pastry

“If you are sad today, just remember the world is over 4 billion years old and you somehow managed to exist at the same time as David Bowie” – Dean Podesta.  Thank you to my lovely SIL for sending me this today.

Sung by David Bowie, written by Eden Ahbez

Sung by David Bowie, written by Eden Ahbez

We stopped at the lovely market in Chacewater today. The vegetables there are so beautiful.

 We also bought a delicious Pain au Raisin to share.

Pain au Raisin

Pain au Raisin

 
 

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