Two of these people look fully alive: one looks foolish. Funnily enough, the foolish one is neither of the clowns! I queued (possibly even queue-jumped some small people) in my eagerness for this photo, having fallen in love with Les Foutoukours at the Edinburgh Fringe last year. I went with a family of friends to the Brotipo show and was entranced. Without a single word spoken the two men communicated superbly. They told the story of a strong child-like friendship spoiled by the poison of competition as each of them sought to outdo the other for the attention and admiration of the audience. It was clever, funny, touching, and mirrored to the delighted crowd our own human nature. It was utterly engaging. I found myself wondering if I could learn communication from clowns.
Over the next few weeks I’ll be using this blog to tell you what happened next and try to do some godly wondering about it all. I don’t really understand it yet – I’m hoping you can help! But I feel it’s part of the ongoing story of the unpredictability and mystery of my life as I continue to say yes to divine invitation.