Who am I? Can I answer this question on a weekly basis, and in what ways do I change, remembering or forgetting who I was last week or the week before, or at some other time? And how does that remembering affect who I am today?

There. A brief for a blog!

Today began with a certain amount of confusion. I was not sure what the next thing to do was, even though I was still in bed, and sometime soon I would need to not be in bed. I had woken early, fallen back to sleep, exchanged brief greetings with my beloved on Messenger, and there I was. Getting up was clearly the next move, but it took me a while to figure that out. I was fairly clean so I did not shower. I had danced Biodanza yesterday, on land and in the water, and showered after that. I still retained the glow and the joy and the cleanliness, and had no desire to wash it away.

Who am I? I will put in the question each time I stop, and stare out of the window at the garden and the white butterflies that are moving up and down in their buttery way. I’m more a dancer today than I was yesterday, more open and warm. I’m watching the butterflies again. Their movement is extraordinary; part intent, part taken by the wind. But they always get somewhere, and they always seem to be satisfied with where they get to. I imagine sometimes they must get somewhere they don’t want to be, but if they do they simply let go and the wind, and a new intent, takes them somewhere else.

I’m a blogger this morning, also a photographer. I captured the rain and spiders silk all caught on the deep bronze seed head of a dock plant, a dock plant allowed to exist in my non-intervention garden, repaying me with so much beauty.

I’m a planner too. It’s September, school time for many, and I am writing myself a new timetable. I have the joyous luxury of filling the spaces with anything I choose. My planning worm is wiggling this morning. I made a new list of things I might do, and compared it to a previous one. They were much the same, I’m glad to say.

Who am I? A rock climber! This was not on any recent list, but Ellen wants try it again. We used to go years ago, and I’ve just remembered that she asked me about it. There’s a place in Southampton to check out. That needs to go on my list, or even to simply be done, without landing on a list at all.

Who am I? A friend, but not a very good one. It’s time to arrange more meetings with friends, make more visits, send more invitations, send more messages. It’s time for actual hellos, often and regular, random and spontaneous.

Who am I? I’ll keep asking, and keep remembering, and in doing that I will take care of myself, and as a result I will be better able to care for those I love.

Who am I? I’m Mike, and this is my regular weekly blog, at least for one week!