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HarmonyJoy is a nice name for a musical rabbit
I am HarmonyJoy, one of 300 bronze rabbits (collectively known as Digit) created by the scribbler Bertt deBaldock in York. Nika has given me this beautiful name and will accompany me on a musical joyful journey. You can read more about Digit's World Travels at a site called digit-love and learn to say Oi! which is a beautiful thing in itself
with love and peace to all
Oi!
HarmonyJoy x
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Mad last minute packing (again)
... or maybe my 'old look' with the gray beard!).
I'd really debated earlier this month bringing backcountry skis along for a trip in April to Mt Ararat but decided against that - very glad of that decision now as packing would have been even more hectic and travel more challenging. But even still, my running stuff, a pile of books and papers for review, and some ...
Are you mental or just stupid?
... obviously be completely useless.
So, I am still in Beverley at the moment (see map) but I am actually well on the way to not being in Beverley, more specifically, to being in South America, more specifically Colombia.
"Why Colombia?" I hear you ask, "are you mental?" (see blog title).
"Well," I say, (long pause), "cause, err, it's at the top of the continent thingy and I was going ...
Comedy and Tragedy
... on laughs and good times was this week transformed by the shared grief and sorrow of our circumstances. Although I have perhaps painted a happy-go-lucky picture of this time, between the lines has been an intense outpouring and support of each other in a way that was never relevant or necessary before. I leave knowing that we are better for it.
At any rate, they say that comedy = tragedy + time so perhaps our best work is yet to come!
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People in stone houses shouldn't throw glass
... little pub that soon swung into action with a 70s disco theme night and were soon crowded in by locals in tie-dye and afro wigs. Neither of us were drinking so clearly we were not going to get into the swing of things. We drank up our lemonades and hit the road for a dark and contemplative drive back to Ilkley, lost mostly to the revery of our own minds, safe in the comfort of a friendship with room for silent conversation.
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