So after 24 hours on bus and plane we finally roll into Zacatecas.  Luckily my journey finishes in the evening so with a couple of beers and an early night I wake up this morning none the worse for wear and well adjusted to the new time zone.  No jet lag and about from the occassional feeling of light headedness, no altitude sickness either.

I've been meaning to collect together all the various pictures and programs I had saved from Re:action Theatre days and it ended up looking like this:

http://www.ideasinmotion.co.uk/Dpl/content/brief-history-reaction-theatre

I was struck by just how many people were involved over the 10 years we were running- and also by how many of those people I still know.  That's a good thing right? :-)

Some of you may remember last year I went out to Tanzania for a few months to visit some friends I hadn't seen for 15 years-  I ended up finding my nursery school teacher as well!

Well I've just moved that blog over to this one and while I was at it I thought I'ld create a way for you to read the posts in the right order!  (There were complaints, what can I say!)

You'll find The Bujora Diaries here:

http://www.ideasinmotion.co.uk/Dpl/content/bujora-diaries

Just finished editing a video. It's my first attempt so I'm learning as I go along and happy to let the mistakes stand! Really I've just been getting to grips with the technicalities of remembering to charge batteries and swap SD cards. Progress feels good and I'm off to celebrate at a wedding in the woods. What could be nicer for late summer weekend.

There are a bunch of elephants standing around in Pavilion Gardens.  The space in between them is full of people taking pictures and commenting on the sculptures.  The touring exhibit is raising awareness and funds for http://www.elephantfamily.org.  I like them.  I wish there were real elephants wandering around the garden.  Rather than them pigeons.

I was staying at a friends house the other day.  His kitchen looks out over the railway track and beyond that across a valley.  I woke up before six and there was this golden glow I could see through the half open door to  my room.  I got up and followed it, down the stairs to the kitchen.  The sun had risen over the silhouetted houses on the other side of the valley and a golden yellow vibrancy tinged with a last shimmer of red illuminated a new day.

A friend of mine, a writer, has been working for years on her magnum opus.  With so much time and effort invested in it already its obvious that it's become very precious to her.  She's convinced she only has one chance to get it right and so she goes over and over it, refining, improving.  Will it ever get to see the light?  Will any one ever read it?

Epistemology is the philosophy of knowledge; the study of how we know what we know.  The pursuit of knowledge takes place in so many fields, from maths, physics, chemistry to psychology, sociology, literature, economics that essentially, epistemology is the study of everything.  It is  the answer to the question "How do you know that?"

"What shall we allow a fool to play philosopher with us?"

Lucius Apulius, The Golden Ass, circa 160AD

Sometimes I just get seized with an idea.  It might be the first line of a poem; a couple of bars of a song.  It might be the sense of a dream I had, a story beginning there somewhere.  Occasionally it might be an object, some material lying around that attracts my attention.