Friday 26 August 2022
4om
Start at the footbridge
flanked by
Allan Park Drive and
Craiglockhart Ave
A footbridge
flanked
by big rounf
industrial popes
either side
And another of Amanda Thomson’s
plaques
This one about bird life
in 1845
It is on the otherside of
the canal, not the tow
path side
Discovered because I exited
there yesterday and
entered there today
A hidden place
became revealed
Though “hidden places”
are only hidden to
some of us
Raining today
windless
Thought it could be
quiet, found it
very busy
People
- walking dogs
- walking babies
- some in hiking gear, rucksacks, boats and poles. How far have they come, how far will they go.
- a man in conversation with himself
- a reluctant dog as a her owner counts his steps
- someone who likes my shoes and has a pair, the very same
- rowers and canoeists
- barge travellers
- joggers
- cyclists, so many cyclists
- and the boy who fishes there – we smile and say hello. Our 3rd encounter
And as I sit on a wall, the rain says “rain bathing” and smiles
This is such a friendly place
of sharing space
at different speeds
for many different reasons
Me moving there
Experiencing things
through my body
Is neither here or there
And certainly accepted
Perhaps we even
look out for each
other in an
unobtrusive way
setting an
unspoken code of
conduct and ways
of being
I wonder what the
deeper valves of
this work is
and what is it we need
to do in the realities
of now
If we live differently
in our bodies
might we live
differently in
the world?
What does it mean
to activate the
senses of touch
and smell and
movement as well
as what we see
and hear
The tangible sensations
of things
Physical knowings of
a place
The way that one
is present to
spaces and places
and people
Living differently
Being the change
I am filled to the
brim with the sense
of this place
What does it mean
to “measure” things
by means of one’s
body and movement
to know a place this way
As Richard Sennets says
“The organisation of
bodily sensation
influences enormously
how people behave
in cities and also
influences the
spaces they make.”
Day 13 and I’m
beginning to get
what he means
the rhythm of the
rowers now lives in
my body
The warmth of stone
slippery surfaces
in the rain
The feel of a ‘cats eye’
light on the tarmac
The casters that gleam
in the wet
the train that goes
under the canal
the freedom here
to be
the softness of moss
the underneath of
things
The profound
graffiti everywhere
speaking to
these times
Handwritten words
or stickers posted
on signs
and surfaces
The invitations
of a place
Is this enough
and more than enough
When enough
is enough
in these times?
NEXT ENCOUNTER:
11am Saturday 27th August 2022
Bridge No. 3
Gray’s Loan off Ashley Terrace
on the other side