Chapter 155
Have you got your marbles? Mine left decades ago, lost to the mists of time… save two unusual metallic spheres loitering ‘mid my lifetime’s glittering things. The standard glass marbles of my youth, their delicious twist of encaptured central colour, those are long gone. The texture, colour, sound of marbles colliding… decades old memories. This afternoon pondering ideas on a different theme at one point thought “could I do that with marbles?” hence my question to you. If you happen to have a double handful or so that you aren’t doing much with, could I borrow them? It’s not a very exciting experiment for the rest of the world, but now I’ve had the idea, I’d like to test it.
On another note, tales of Fantuzzi: Right from the beginning, this creature’s innate chaos struck me. Fantuzzi sails gaily through life surrounded by a haze of chaotic love, excitement, music, fascination, dance, performance, inspirations and a complete lack of awareness of mundane things. He’s the only man I’ve known who can go out to an event and leave shoeless, only to realise possibly days later he’s misplaced his footwear. The globe is littered with Fantuzzi clothing, hats, shoes and paraphernalia. In the early days, we literally ran around the streets of New York with the Occupy Movement. I recall sprinting for rather too long down dark wet streets for one an esoteric friend’s film premiere. Skittering hither and yon about NYC, I frequently deked this way and that scooping up dropped items as we ran, including my own hat – borrowed and dropped mid-street.
So yesterday, my phone buzzed… Fantuzzi calling. After remarkably brief greetings he asked could I help him find his daughter’s car. This might strike you as an odd ask, but I’ve continued finding things from across the world for years. I seem to have a knack where he’s concerned. The daughter is fairly grounded, it is a remarkable show of trust for her to loan her Father her car while she is out of town. He drove to a festival, yet had to go far to find parking. Off he walked to find the music and friends old and new. On his return at some unspecified late hour, the car couldn’t be found. A friend drove him around for about an hour and he’d spent a considerable sum on an Uber this morning doing the same thing. Tracking him on Google Maps while vacillating between muffled laughter and frustration at the ridiculousness of it all. Many hours lost to such pointless pursuits over the years. Perhaps this childlike quality, part of what makes him such a fascinating and inspirational character, is also one of the reasons I have nearly lost my mind on numerous occasions. It’s certainly a great practice in patience.
Anyhoo, to cut a long call short… I advised talking to the police. I enquired a few hours later if he had any luck. “The Chief of Police found it for me”. Now I am laughing out loud. He was also driven around for an hour by a Fijian constable, a “beautiful man” who is now a new friend as they chatted in Fijian and Hindi and whatever other languages they/F spoke. The man is a phenom with people, communication on so many levels. Only Fantuzzi.
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Last month I shared something momentous in the auspicious connecting of folk to bring a rather special horse into my life. Not three weeks later, another arrives… panic sets in for a while… ‘what am I doing? How is this all going to work? How will I cope?’ I recall that previously in my life, when I have taken a leap of faith and stepped off a metaphorical cliff to dangle suspended indefinitely in air as thick as thieves, I have yet to come crashing to the rocks below.
I pray the universe’s conspiring with us will bring all into alignment seamlessly, once our interfering and grubby little fingers unstick themselves from where they are not needed.
Meanwhile. If you find yourself wondering what is going on and if perhaps, there is something you are missing, I have an opening for some one, perhaps two, who would like to explore the fascination of yogaEQ – relational riding and horsemanship with an enquiring mind, learning as much or more about yourself as your equine partner, supporting profound mutual connection.
I’ll be just around the corner.
Kat Dancer
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