maple bee (maplebee) wrote, @ 2003-08-12 19:42:00

the joy of sand axe and dragonflys
so i sit in the sultry heat imagining the frantic pace of nothing that fits the mould in londoninium...

we are in the studio on our return to record paranoid...this is good and we are happy.

presently we are in bretagne, france, biking swimming and plotting...
running a small ship around a little pond avoiding all whirlpools and other dangers that may lurk in an unexpected way.
considered joining the throngs for pizza and beer and settled for fire and swimming and muscat instead..all good there...
i have been also considering documenting each day as it comes, i think that every wave you catch on the way up is also the same wave that brings you down...
im tired of being the unsuspecting recipient of my own minds making...
i guess if i put it all down in words i will see the pattern emerging and then feel less surprised by the spread and intensity of each feeling as it passes...
i like the pace of the days here...
the sun setting paints the world red and pink and orange, i like the sound of the chain on my bike and the clatter of the hallyards on the boats down by the beach,
i like the way that i understand no one around me, its gives me more time to think and less time to talk rubbish...
the next show is in a couple of weeks...need to re focus in a fluent way..let things happen in their own voice...
so here i finish

Mind wandering roland 2003-08-14 16:02 (link)

I personally enjoy going for walks on beaches seeing that I live right next to one it comes in handy. It definitely cleans the slate for new and improved ideas especially for writing or plotting. Or maybe at a high occupied city. The people that I come in contact with helps to keep me grounded in the real world. Plus it gives me assurance that I'm not alone. I wish i still had my ten speed bike. That thing flew! I wish I could remeber the name of it. It was made in England. my father passed it down to me. I miss it. Anyways, had me worried about the site. It was nonexistent for a couple of days. Thought you might have vanished into cyberspace - (crummy joke). Anyways, can't wait to have a copy of your CD in my stereo. Enjoy your sunsets. Nolan www.pthalomusic.com (Reply to this) (Thread)

	the great unknown (Anonymous) 2003-08-15 05:31 (link)
	Fresh fingers, blank page, Silent guitar, empty stage, Await their validator. Thrust forward, divested, Play loudly, express it, For no one thrives within fear. The path yet unseen Shall emerge from the scree When you sting any doubters Ms. Bee. (Reply to this) (Thread)