sky god by katharine eastman

dear god we must surely have passed the point where my adoring fans have said Bloody Hell It's The Same Bloomin Thing Yet Again - in fact we are approaching the point where the actual musicianissimo (moi, me, I, je, ich, ichi the killer ...) has said Bloody Hell It's The Etc Etc Etc. I'm currently reading Emma Scrivener's A New Name, a short book about her anorexia. She can really write - I think she could write about anything and it'd be gripping. Anorexia is one of those addictions I don't have and have never had and don't believe I am ever likely to have, but I think it one that I do "get", in a way that I don't "get" gambling addiction or sex/porn addiction etc. Alcohol nearly killed me - I gave it a go for several decades and perhaps one of the reasons I am usually quite upbeat is because I managed to dodge all the bullets in a long WW1-ish war and so every day now feels like a miracle.

Emma brings god into it all - god has been in her life all her life. I've always been an atheist, but never a militant one - and with addiction I do think that some kind of god is needed. My gods have been the sky and walking and making music and on a cloudless morning like right now there might seem like there's too much of some of them lately but I never know when it'll all come crashing down.

this morning //// photo Broadstairs a couple of weeks ago