Last Friday to The Study Society, established by a disciple of Ouspensky, in Colet House on the Talgarth Road in West London. The reason, to see the Whirling Dervishes of West London perform the hour long ‘Turning’ – an hour Sufi dance meditation – preceded by the reading of some poetry by Rumi. To get there you travel on the (green) District Line and emerge at Baron’s Court to find a station covered in moss green tiles from floor to cieling; lovely … and so was the Turning.
Thoreau’s journal entry for 29th December 1851: The sun is risen. The ground is almost entirely bare. The water is the puddles are not skimmed over – it is warm as an April morning. There is a sound as of blue birds in the air, and the cocks crow as in the spring. The steam curls up from the roofs and the ground. You walk with open cloak. It is exciting to behold the smooth glassy surface of water where the melted snow has formed large puddles and ponds … … How admirable it is that we can never foresee the weather – that that is always novel.
