Hyde Park
On my way to the studio sometimes I’ll spend thirty minutes walking in Hyde Park. You can’t cover it’s 350 acres in half an hour, of course, but believe me, being there for even a few minutes has a positive effect. In fact, don’t take it on faith just from me, listen to the good advice of the actress Gwyneth Paltrow, who has jogged past me in the park a few times. If exercising in the grounds that Henry V111 ‘acquired’ from the monks of Westminster helps to nourish her inner aspect ( her goop, I think she calls it ) then it will do you good, as well. Last time I moved meditatively between the 52 stainless steel pillars of the memorial honouring the victims of the 7 July 2005 London bombings. And Speakers’ Corner on any bright morning is certainly worth a visit at least once in a lifetime. It’s one of the few places you can hear that the End-Is-Nigh, before being reassured you’ve been somehow ’saved,’ before you are then assured it really is heads down for all of us, without moving a muscle.
But memorials to the dead, as well as the endless contrived arguments of the living dead don’t belong in parks. They never will. The existence of both are signs the lunatics have taken over the asylum; which is maybe the reason why the park keeper that day was wearing a white coat and had a fixed grin on his face. Nah, it’s supposed to be you just wandering in the beauty and clarity of nature – or I’m mad. You don’t, after all, fill your head with memories or repetitive contradictory thoughts when you meditate. Do you?
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John Healey 2010

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