Rainy Sunday... taking back the day...
27/09/09 11:28
There’s
something nice – (despite the mess) about the
day after a big party… Call me weird, but
it’s even better yet - because it’s
raining… and I’ve always loved the rain
– and today in particular… is a good day
for raining… It feels good.
There’s nothing but the slightly daunting task ahead - of cleaning up the debris from yesterday’s celebration… (yikes) but… when that’s completed… I know that there’s tons of delightful left-overs and loads of good pickins… so there’s no cooking to be done today – not by this girl! I love random foraging in the fridge for whatever strikes my fancy… and a hot cup of tea…
Mmm… then retreating to the refuge of my studio… knowing I will choose not to answer the phone… and there’s nothing else pressing I have to do, and the remainder of the day lay stretching before me… I love this… it leaves the opportunity for a bunch of tempting new tunes and songs I’ve wanted to learn… or maybe I’ll write – Do I feel the muse? Perhaps I’ll play with the bouzouki… or maybe I’ll just sit, be still… and think - and feel… But it really doesn’t matter… because today is totally mine...
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There’s nothing but the slightly daunting task ahead - of cleaning up the debris from yesterday’s celebration… (yikes) but… when that’s completed… I know that there’s tons of delightful left-overs and loads of good pickins… so there’s no cooking to be done today – not by this girl! I love random foraging in the fridge for whatever strikes my fancy… and a hot cup of tea…
Mmm… then retreating to the refuge of my studio… knowing I will choose not to answer the phone… and there’s nothing else pressing I have to do, and the remainder of the day lay stretching before me… I love this… it leaves the opportunity for a bunch of tempting new tunes and songs I’ve wanted to learn… or maybe I’ll write – Do I feel the muse? Perhaps I’ll play with the bouzouki… or maybe I’ll just sit, be still… and think - and feel… But it really doesn’t matter… because today is totally mine...
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A not quite sure... September day...
08/09/09 15:32
There is
something hugely disquieting about a September day
that holds ominous, overcast clouds – and the
air is almost static with a tenseness you can feel
right through to your skin… and into your
brain…
You can’t smell the rain – because you can only smell rain in the summer time… and now, you regretfully realize… summer time’s over… it’s gone… and you let it just slip from your grasp… just like a fist full of sand -runs through your fingers and disappears onto the beach, melding in with all the other endless grains of sand… and then, becoming indiscernible as to what you once held… And so now, here you are… feeling your own heart pound... left in your own, misunderstood solitude on a grey, fall day… wishing it all back… and sort of numb, fearing the realization that it’s gone…
The crickets are still vocalizing in the dusky, sunless day… carrying their perpetual song over -from the endless night before… and you know, and you recognize that sound - because you were up - all night long… you couldn’t sleep… and now, somehow… that same cricket’s sound - carries into your day… forecasting something – of which you’re not exactly quite sure what… and you don’t quite think you want… but is gonna happen anyway.
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You can’t smell the rain – because you can only smell rain in the summer time… and now, you regretfully realize… summer time’s over… it’s gone… and you let it just slip from your grasp… just like a fist full of sand -runs through your fingers and disappears onto the beach, melding in with all the other endless grains of sand… and then, becoming indiscernible as to what you once held… And so now, here you are… feeling your own heart pound... left in your own, misunderstood solitude on a grey, fall day… wishing it all back… and sort of numb, fearing the realization that it’s gone…
The crickets are still vocalizing in the dusky, sunless day… carrying their perpetual song over -from the endless night before… and you know, and you recognize that sound - because you were up - all night long… you couldn’t sleep… and now, somehow… that same cricket’s sound - carries into your day… forecasting something – of which you’re not exactly quite sure what… and you don’t quite think you want… but is gonna happen anyway.
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