By Nicholas Hooper

Although absolutely nothing has entered my mind, or so it seems, actually there’s always something drifting through: a bottle of Bolly, for instance, connecting Absolutely with Fabulous. My mind teems with endless spirals of thought. ‘Catch them if you can,’ it says. Maybe there might be one that is a bit, a tiny bit more important than the rest.

An Absolutely Outstanding Thought!

What, who could that be?

A crazy car, for example, that does somersaults; man turns into fish through gawping; a chair that you can sit upside down in; a water company CEO who turns into an otter; a bottle of Bolly that gives you everlasting life. But this is crazy, bonkers and not the sage side of my mind.

Suddenly, I’m in the grass outside my window but I’m miniscule. It is a forest to me and the roots are monstrous! Oops, here comes a big foot! Run! I stumble into the earth and become a fast growing tree, faster even, than Jack’s beanstalk. My branches wave above the owner of the foot who is now a lot smaller than me and, like JK’s Whomping Willow, I pick her up in my branches and swing her around. But instead of being scared, she shrieks with laughter. ‘More, more,’ she cries, like a young child. But in an instant I cease being a tree and we both drop to the ground with a not-too-serious bump and run up to the house for tea.

Burble, burble, burble, my mind still carries on but I think I’ll turn to the sanity of music. La!



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper