Cocktail of curses and prayer.

“ How did I not SEE IT? ” Was all I could say arising from my seat, enraptured more by how IT was concealed in plain sight. Entering the living room I headed directly to the open double doors. Through the French window I stepped out onto the balcony, still asking how did I not SEE IT. A man depositing empties into the bottle bank eyed me suspiciously with both my hands in a namaste. I silently directed a blessing towards him, even after he started bubbling over with rage and waving his fist. I didn’t hear exactly what he was roaring, could have been muzzletoff as he smashed the last of his deposits onto the ground. Not exactly a celebratory bottle of bubbly to celebrate the momentous event in a spiritual practice spanning twenty years. I plead with the universe to help this crazy cunt find a way out of the bottled hell he’s in! It shakes it up a bit when petitions are a cocktail mixture of curses and prayer. Suffice to say I think it worked, he calmed down and actually looked more buoyant walking away. Amen you crazy cunt!

Extract from Seescapes Intro.

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