Just because I like things to come in three, and just because I don't have a coherent theme for today ...
One thing I like about being in England. Marmalade and toast. I do not eat marmalade at home in Canada because it tastes like orange rinds and sugar. When visiting England, I have it on good authority, God butters his toast with marmalade. It's a little treat every morning, I take the tiny jam bottle and pop it open and slather toast with a thick spread of pleasure.
One thing I like about a lecture tour is that every now and then something magical will happen. A connection will be made between myself and someone in the audience. It becomes clear early on that what I am saying is being deeply heard and deeply appreciated. Sometimes it seems like a verbal salve is going on to a bruised soul. Sometimes it seems like someone waiting for affirmation is receiving it. Sometimes I don't know what's happening, but I know that it is. This happened today in the workshop. About midway through the day I noticed a pair of eyes, that were looking at me but seeing self. At the end of the day a tentative handshake and a trembling 'thank you'. It matters that I matter. It matters that my words were heard. It matters that a connection was made - even one of the ethereal kinds.
One thing I'll never understand, on first go, is anything said in a Geordie accent. I have no idea what those people are saying but by God they speak with passion. But oddly, and no kidding, I met a guy with Cerebral Palsy who spoke with a Geordie accent and I've never heard a clearer word out of any one's mouth. Now that's just funny.