About a year ago I wrote a post about going to see a life coach, and I included a copy of a poem – Cargo – that he had given me, by Greg Kimura.
It was very inspiring and I took the words very much to heart. In fact you could say that it kick-started me into getting back to the blog, and also to focusing, finally, on writing my novel which has actually taken over my life and thoughts in the way that music used to.
This for me is an ecstatic return of the creative muse. I had felt somewhat bereft and flat in this regard after I had the children – I didn’t really want to write music very much anymore – I would, certainly, if there was a large cheque attached to the project, but I just couldn’t be arsed to go into the dark room with the machines that go ping unless I absolutely had to which is completely different from earlier years when you could barely coax me out of the studio. I tinkered about with various things, but nothing really gripped me in a convincing and lasting manner until this book started to unfold in my mind and on paper. I’m obsessed (in a good way, I hope!). I feel as if the real me is finally back, and this makes all of the rest of life so much more pleasant, and any trials and tribulations I may encounter seem far less traumatic than they might otherwise because I am living this other life in my head that is untouchable and completely of my own making.
I sound a bit odd, I know. But I am a bit odd, to be honest. I just embrace it and try to get on with things.
Anyway, back to the subject of this post.
I was in London a couple of weeks ago, mostly to do some boring administration things in regard to my house and while I was there I took the opportunity to shop myself stupid at the January sales – may I just say, John Lewis; I love you.
I stayed partly with family and partly up in town at my club. (I’m just going to say that again because it makes me feel VERY IMPORTANT like a posh gentleman from 1892 or something..) I was staying up in town at my club, and to my great surprise and delight, I got an email from Greg Kimura.
Yes! That’s right, the poet who wrote Cargo!
Actually, to be honest, when I first saw his name in my inbox I thought
“Oh no! I didn’t think to write and ask him if I could put his poem up! That was rude! And bad! He’s found out and now he’s mad! EEK!”
But it wasn’t that at all.
He had found his poem on my blog, but far from being annoyed, he was very gracious and complimentary. In fact he said he was looking forward to reading my book (!!) and would I like a copy of his poetry book?
So I sent him my address and yesterday the book arrived with a lovely personal inscription.
Thank you, Greg!
I recommend it highly, and you can buy your own copy here
The universe is full of unexpected gifts. Especially when you are brave enough to explore your own.