writing

I feel I have something to write about.
And I'm feeling so grateful that this feeling exists.
So grateful.

Firstly, this week and the triple bill of soul-shaking theatre has been ridiculous.
And I really hope it shook something loose.
Since I have a feeling there is something to write about it must have changed something.

I'm watching Louis Theroux's documentaries.
Now, if you do not know who this man is, please please do look him up!
His documentaries are great.
And he takes it all face-value.
As much as one can.
With an open heart and he just listens to the people.
But he does find the strangest topics.
Fascinating.

And I want things!
I want to go to India, go to Goa, go see and grow and go open up.
But this is not the time yet.
It would hit me too hard.
The time is later on, but I will do it.
Really, really, really, really, really.



And yes, I think, yoga this week with Pisces.
She mentioned her place at some point, and I need something to balance my mind.

I also decided not to do this competition thing later in November.
Not the time.

I mean.
This bit in my life is all about the shaking loose.
Therefore - I should move more.
I need to shake loose, all the emotions.
All of it.

And also.
This photo below is beyond my means of description.
The shadows.
The shapes.
If I would ever have to approach a naked woman in a sexual context, I would pass out.
How do you even begin, to approach this?
This form.
Also, this photographic example just popped up on tumblr.
It's not the details necessarily.
It's the Thing.
The Female being as such.

And when women don't value themselves, it makes my skin crawl.
It is so widespread, it makes women seek value where there is none to be found.
And also it wrecks so many children, and then the men.
And I'm not talking relationships, but a step before, the first source of Love.
The Mother.

Oh, women.
Seriously.

Nope, cannot.
Lack the vocab.




And so.
Happy Saturday, my dears.
It's such a world we live in.

And can I just say, Dalai Lama.
Compassion.
This is all we need.
Nothing else comes into play, at all.
Just compassion.

Be kind.
Yours truly.
M.

CHEERFUL

Whatever at all this moaning.
Jesus, girl, SHUT UP.

Concert number 5 was another sell-out.
And it was such a nice evening.
Then I came home to an awesome sunset.

Then walked to the foodshop, with Lana blasting away in my ear-holes. And bought some soy-everything and milk for the cat.
Oh and some rice-milk drink thing - which is SO DELICIOUS.
So here I am.

Here's one for cheerful.

Cat-milk.
M.

evening

Burgers.
Double cheese, please.

I want a Mcdo burger. 
M.

NYE

= New years eve.

oh my

Stupid excess is stupid.
Stupid excess is so fun, sometimes! Like the daughters of the oligarchs roaming about, with fur coats and sparklers, in heels that are too high for the icy pedestrian paths and shouting WOOO! at every firework.
Stupid is good.
Stupid is free.

I have realised that I could have a quiet Christmas (obviously), a quiet birthday (2 years ago I nearly forgot it was coming), a quiet everything - but not New Years.
I'm not superstitious, and to be honest it is not a superstition, more of a personal premonition - I feel quite passionately about having a shiny, shimmery, sparkly, loud, silly-silly New Years Eve, with people around me and a buzz and glitter and, you know, the works.
I have sort of started telling myself that it almost preempts the kind of a year I will have.
And I like it.
I like having, if you would imagine, a person behind me on the hilltop, giving me a gentle push as I sledge down the hill, for more speed. That's what New Years feel like, that person.

So therefore.
Stupid is stupid.
And by stupid I mean SILLY.

Stupid is great.
M.

day 3

..was yesterday.

"The best part of my day".
F. came around which was so lovely.
Before her arrival I sorted through at least half of all the stuff I own in this country. (I think I'm carrying on today.) Which was divine. I like making space (this doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's great), it just feels nicer to breathe you know, and besides finding old stuff is great too.
A. mentioned something interesting just now, "uprooting".
I think sorting through stuff is a little bit like that. Like, a pre-step, or something.

Then F. and I made some hummus, and chatted in the kitchen. And it was nice.
And I made a big plan. And that was nice too.

Yesterday was just one of those days, that over-all was nice. (Such a bland word, but works well in this context.)

And because there wasn't a single best part of my day, I'm just going to add a photo of a lantern that AEM bought - it makes me giggle in disbelief (I mean, it's an indoor lantern?), and I feel like Snowwhite, or something.

Day 4.
M.

simple simple midnight pleasures

It's all good, really.


E. and I went swimming today. Bubbles, swimming, sauna and chats. I mean, come on.
Like a little fishy fish. Should have sung the Salmon dance song, really.

Friday is looming. Can't wait. (Seriously.)

Simple midnight pleasures - did my nails. They are now purring "autumn.." at me, and I don't really mind it. Something between good red wine, a ripe plum and some dark soggy leaves.
Sexy, sexy autumn.
Simple pleasure - playing with one's new phone, like it is the first phone anyone has ever seen or touched or you know. It's silly, but god, it's great fun. (Oh yea, and my phone's red as well. Ahhh, the patterns.)

Simple pleasure - Lord of the Rings, extended versions. I mean, just, YES.


And my phone background is a picture of really red trees. Nicer than the one below, but something along those lines.
I am shoving autumn in my own face. And starting to grow somewhat fonder of it. Shock therapy, or whatever.


So much shallow, shallow fun.
M.