MatthewH
11-01-2008, 11:02 AM
“Whichever way you go, you find something.” David Grove
My introduction, experience and good-bye with David is all too brief. How can so much fit into such a small space? A question only David could answer! However, I cannot really remember David answering my persistent, unending questions, only his delicate and unique ability to have me find the answer from within myself.
The last hug from him, in a hotel foyer before he set off to the US - and passing me an extra large coffee so I would be 'awake' during the long drive home. When I got in the car to set-off, I put the coffee down and there was his passport! I ran back into the hotel, but my last vision of David is seeing him pass round a corner through a locked door... Luckily, the hotel got his passport to him.
The time we walked down to the seafront in West Kirby and he introduced me to chocolate muffins and marscapone, whilst discussing the 4th spatial dimension - try it, enjoy it, whilst remembering David.
During our trip to France, we had a most interesting journey with Rob and Brenda, attempting to make it to Zurich - the story is a long one, a funny one, and is best kept for a warm night by an open fire. It was a key experience in my learning about the magic of David Grove - during the journey I was writing a poem (...?) attempting to make sense of the new Primary World I had entered. Here it is:
Driving to Zurich – 31/08/2007
As levels of uncertainty emerge,
And a sense of dissolution occurs,
There are miles spreading out behind,
Of a foreign and colourful kind,
A new road and another journey begins,
Around the rotary, the wheel spins.
There’s no direction, no path,
No turning back,
But, the road leads on.
A vibration felt on the outside,
That resonates deep inside,
A choice, maybe a destination,
Or a desire unbound,
To reunite distant parts across space and time,
To allow a homecoming to the inner child.
He comes home,
Comes in,
To a welcome blanket of love,
To warm up from the cold,
He comes home, comes in,
Growing up can begin.
Learning to change is a stage,
It was only a step in the way,
Now it is far down below,
As warmth and love show,
And a lightness of foot,
And with graceful ease.
All this precedes...
The radiator pipe blows,
The journey suddenly slows,
Checking the route station by station,
Moving to stationary, then moving again,
Stopping in spaces, to check and unload,
Then move on again.
Each stop a beginning, never an end,
Just a new way of being,
An experience that is organically grown,
Each stop, each stage,
Is set by a system,
A system that’s hot and starting to boil.
Every revolution,
Every iteration,
Changing spaces,
Stepping through time,
Is there a resolution?
Or is this only a pipe dream?
Cooling down and releasing at the engines command,
Uncertainty emerges again,
Yet the response is strangely assured.
The Adventure,
The Curiosity,
The Discovery of this assured Belief,
That all is ok,
What a relief,
How many stops?
It must be five at least,
Off to a hotel, to eat, to feast,
But, we’ve crashed and burned,
And moving again,
To another space,
Through another revolution.
To rise from the ashes,
Like a steaming 960,
To circulate, to circulate,
This desire to circulate,
Maybe Emergence IS Emerging,
As we enter Courtenay again.
Needless to say - we never seen Zurich!
I look forward to the coming together of David's Legacy, to what will emerge from the seeds David has carefully scattered across the Earth.
I miss him - his kindness - his genius - his laughter, and I am forever humbled by the unending sharing of his vision and work.
And through this I consider that David Grove lives on.
With love and peace,
Matthew Hudson
My introduction, experience and good-bye with David is all too brief. How can so much fit into such a small space? A question only David could answer! However, I cannot really remember David answering my persistent, unending questions, only his delicate and unique ability to have me find the answer from within myself.
The last hug from him, in a hotel foyer before he set off to the US - and passing me an extra large coffee so I would be 'awake' during the long drive home. When I got in the car to set-off, I put the coffee down and there was his passport! I ran back into the hotel, but my last vision of David is seeing him pass round a corner through a locked door... Luckily, the hotel got his passport to him.
The time we walked down to the seafront in West Kirby and he introduced me to chocolate muffins and marscapone, whilst discussing the 4th spatial dimension - try it, enjoy it, whilst remembering David.
During our trip to France, we had a most interesting journey with Rob and Brenda, attempting to make it to Zurich - the story is a long one, a funny one, and is best kept for a warm night by an open fire. It was a key experience in my learning about the magic of David Grove - during the journey I was writing a poem (...?) attempting to make sense of the new Primary World I had entered. Here it is:
Driving to Zurich – 31/08/2007
As levels of uncertainty emerge,
And a sense of dissolution occurs,
There are miles spreading out behind,
Of a foreign and colourful kind,
A new road and another journey begins,
Around the rotary, the wheel spins.
There’s no direction, no path,
No turning back,
But, the road leads on.
A vibration felt on the outside,
That resonates deep inside,
A choice, maybe a destination,
Or a desire unbound,
To reunite distant parts across space and time,
To allow a homecoming to the inner child.
He comes home,
Comes in,
To a welcome blanket of love,
To warm up from the cold,
He comes home, comes in,
Growing up can begin.
Learning to change is a stage,
It was only a step in the way,
Now it is far down below,
As warmth and love show,
And a lightness of foot,
And with graceful ease.
All this precedes...
The radiator pipe blows,
The journey suddenly slows,
Checking the route station by station,
Moving to stationary, then moving again,
Stopping in spaces, to check and unload,
Then move on again.
Each stop a beginning, never an end,
Just a new way of being,
An experience that is organically grown,
Each stop, each stage,
Is set by a system,
A system that’s hot and starting to boil.
Every revolution,
Every iteration,
Changing spaces,
Stepping through time,
Is there a resolution?
Or is this only a pipe dream?
Cooling down and releasing at the engines command,
Uncertainty emerges again,
Yet the response is strangely assured.
The Adventure,
The Curiosity,
The Discovery of this assured Belief,
That all is ok,
What a relief,
How many stops?
It must be five at least,
Off to a hotel, to eat, to feast,
But, we’ve crashed and burned,
And moving again,
To another space,
Through another revolution.
To rise from the ashes,
Like a steaming 960,
To circulate, to circulate,
This desire to circulate,
Maybe Emergence IS Emerging,
As we enter Courtenay again.
Needless to say - we never seen Zurich!
I look forward to the coming together of David's Legacy, to what will emerge from the seeds David has carefully scattered across the Earth.
I miss him - his kindness - his genius - his laughter, and I am forever humbled by the unending sharing of his vision and work.
And through this I consider that David Grove lives on.
With love and peace,
Matthew Hudson