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Spring 08 The other night I was coming down the side of my flats at about 10.30 after a fabulous yoga class with fantastic Stewart, when I spotted a small animal run across my path. I stood stock still for a couple of minutes, during which time his shape and form registered. “It's a fox” I thought, noting his lovely long, white tipped tail and neatly shaped head. As I stood, silently, he turned and ran towards me, stopping only a few feet before me to look directly into my eyes, before turning and running into the garden bushes. I waited to see if he’d return but he was gone. At home a few minutes later I looked up the symbolism of foxes on the web, and came up with some wonderful information. For example some Japanese people would view this as a sighting of a rain God. Whatever it was, I have had a month of seeing the most wonderful animals, in and out of the city. The other day on the Thames at low tide, just wading inside the cover of Albert Bridge was that most glorious of birds, the heron. This one was elegant and silver grey and stood watching the river police sail by before lifting huge wings and sailing up towards Putney. I found a secret wonder of the world the other day, courtesy of my friend Bear, the shamanic life coach. Just outside Guildford in a small village called Compton there is a garden and small chapel and cloisters. Parking outside, we walked up the yew lined path in bright spring sunshine, daffodils waving and birds singing. The massive wooden door of the chapel swung open and I stepped into a fairy tale. Walls encrusted with flowers and angels, swirls of Celtic designs and significant words, colour and silence and a huge dome, everything, every available surface, hosting something of great beauty and art. Later online I found bits and pieces and small pictures here and there but none can do justice to the memorial Chapel Mary Watts created in honour of her husband, the painter Albert Watts. I hope he sees what she made for him from somewhere in the aether and understands the sacrifices she made to him and his career. She must have been quite something. This is so worth a visit if you are in that area. What with all this nature and the rainbows everywhere in this mad April shower weather, I’m reminded of just how wonderful this world we live in, is. Enjoy!
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A LETTER FROM PIMLICO
