Let’s go back to the lake
When all we worried about was the cold grass
The colder paving
Reminding you of Grey College
And me of childhood
And you, your world.
tldr: On July 8 the first do_action charity hackathon outside of South Africa took place in Beirut. 30+ volunteers gathered, 3 charities got new websites (90%) completed and Nabeel and I had an unforgettable time as the co-organisers. Total cost approx $250.
On January 19th this year I pinged an Automattic colleague, Nabeel on Slack with an idea:
Sunshine on a black dress on a bus
A life transported from a southern faraway
Grafted into the grit and grime and cold
Drinking in deeply the familiar burn
That crackles through fabric to skin
A bunch of flowers on a wooden desk
Leaves poised like paddles
Ready to spin and swim
Green fins awaiting.
Buds stretched like lips for a kiss
Frozen in their opening moment
Is it now? Are we there yet?
Go, she said.
Go write a poem.
And my heart sang and rallied
And shouted its call.
A poem! A song!
A release! A stream!
A river tide of washing words
To wring out and fling wildly.
Every now and again I go and see a wonderful osteopath, Avni. Last week was one such time – my back had been a bit clicky – and amidst massaging, adjustments and gentle probing she talked to me a bit about the importance of paying attention.
Where was I when you formed the earth?
Where was I indeed.
Hovering form, almighty strength
Majestic creation and concoction
Forming of all the known
The felt, the seen.
Where was I when birds first flew
And embers sparked.