Jennospot 112 Yew're Real Special
Sometimes the day begins wiv a clear mornin', an' be'ind all them little indoor sounds of life startin' up, it's all kind of quiet outside; loike when there's snow. That's when Oi reckon as 'ow it's a good toime ter get a-hold o' the deep silence wot is be'ind all them little mischievous interferin' sounds o' livin'.
It's the moment when yew c'n find a sort of tremblin' space inside yerself, a sort of space wot yew c'n almost touch, wot yew c'n foller down an' down inside yerself, to where it's always silent, 'cept fer yer breathin' an' the beat of yer 'eart. It's the space where yew live; it's the space wot is really yew.
Fer me it's a roight quiet place, a still place. It's a place wot goes beyond sound, where Oi c'n be jus' me. It's where Oi c'n be jus' me wivvout no name, wivvout nuffink, except jus' me.
In that place, Oi c'n be 'appy just enjoyin' bein' wiv mesself. An' if'n Oi keep real still in this silent part o' mesself, Oi c'n start feelin' as 'ow strong Oi c'n be, 'cos Oi c'n fill mesself up wiv that kind of force wot comes from jus' bein' alive. Oi c'n fill mesself up wiv the sort o' power wot comes from the silence o' mesself an' from ev'ryfink else wot is.
When Oi'm in that place, Oi don't weigh nuffink; an' that's real relaxin' loike. When Oi'm in that place, Oi c'n know, wivvout really finkin' about it, wot a 'wunnerful creative sort o' fing Oi really am, 'cos Oi c'n touch ev'ryfink wot is, jus' by lookin' out from be'ind moi eyes. An' then Oi know that livin' is somefink wot is full of energy. An' when Oi know that, then evr'yfink starts lookin' new, jus' loike as though Oi were seein' it fer the very first toime; 'cept that it ain't the first toime, an' that makes it even better.
Cripes, then Oi know that Oi'm special, jus' loike wot everybody an' ev'ryfink else is Yeah, ev'ryfink's special. Yew too; real special…