| the joy of sand axe and dragonflys |
[12 Aug 2003|07:42pm] |
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
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